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¡Hola! Disculpa si el mensaje es en español pero no sé como expresarme en inglés sin que parezca un curso de idiomas en nivel 1 🤡. Estoy aquí para decirte que, amo absolutamente tu AU!Mafia y ha sido de las joyas que he encontrado en este lugar. ✨ *escala las paredes y patalea en la cama*

¿Podrías darnos más de John Price x Reader? Algo como una escena de celos y posesión, pero esta vez por parte de Reader donde una mujer intenta coquetearle a su hombre y todo se pone MUY INTENSO *menea las cejas y se frota las manos*

Si no es mucho pedir, me encantaría algo de smut. Pleaseeee 🥹❤️🙏🏻

rough english translation: Hello! Sorry the message is in Spanish but I don't know how to express myself in English without it sounding like a level 1 language course 🤡. I'm here to tell you that, I absolutely love your AU!Mafia and it has been one of the gems I have found here. ✨ *climbs the walls and kicks on the bed* Could you give us more of John Price x Reader? Something like a scene of jealousy and possession, but this time by Reader where a woman tries to flirt with her man and everything gets VERY INTENSE *wiggles eyebrows and rubs hands* If it's not too much to ask, I'd love some smut. Pleaseeee ❤️🙏🏻

sorry this took so long to get out! i once again went overboard. also, never apologize for language barriers!!! and sorry this turned out to be mostly smut... i still hope you enjoy!

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warnings: jealous wife!reader, fem!reader, alcohol and slight intoxication, porn with little plot, some more possessive sex, oral f!recieving, fingering, p in v sex, creampie, kitchen sex, i think that's about it? 2.8k word count because i'm a freak.

It started with dinner. High profile leaders from several crime syndicates, including your husband John Price, would periodically take turns hosting lavish meals for one another in the name of good business. People would invite their partners and members of the mafia family to these events to mingle and on occasion settle disputes. Of course your husband brought you along, as he would never pass up an opportunity to show you off. The two of you were dressed to the nines in a sharp suit and a beautiful silky dress. Delicious food and appetizers had your stomachs full in no time, and a bubbling heat fizzed along your skin from all the wine you had consumed that night.

Everything went well until suddenly it didn’t. Some pretty thing in a short dress kept batting her eyelashes at John every chance she got. Which was fine. It was only natural for people to window shop. But then her fingers would graze his arm, and her laughter would ring too sweetly at any comment he made. Her voice was saccharine and she was young, much younger than you, and your blood boiled with every sickly sweet comment, laugh, and glance she threw your husband's way.

The ride home was bitterly silent save for the dull rumble of the car's engine and whatever radio station John had droning through the speakers. A hazy drunkenness clouded your thoughts and an all consuming frustration and sour jealousy filled the area in your stomach that the alcohol couldn’t. Whatever conversation John attempted to start was quickly shut down by you with short answers or cutting silence, something that had him heavily sighing as he pulled into the driveway of your home.

It wasn’t until the two of you made it through the entrance that John really attempted to figure out what was wrong. You stormed through the kitchen in search of something to drink when he wrapped a hand around your waist. It took everything in you not to swat him away.

“Everythin’ alright, Darling?” he asked.

You hated how he looked at you with such concern and adoration. There was just something so frustrating about the dark blue of his eyes and the warmth of his body against yours. Maybe you were just angry with his blatant ignorance of the situation.

“I’m fine,” you replied sharply.

By some miracle you were able to slip out of John’s grasp, but it wasn’t long before his hands were on you again. Redirecting you like some wild dog, he moved you so that your lower back was pressed against the island counter and you tried your best to avoid his gaze despite the fact he stood right in front of you with his hands resting at your hips, trapping you. The scent of his cologne was almost more intoxicating than the wine in your system, and you felt your teeth dig into your cheek in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“You’re not,” he countered with slight humor in his tone. “I’m not lettin’ you go to bed angry at me.”

“Who said I was angry at you?” you retorted.

“If you were angry about anythin’ else you’d be talking my ear off about it by now.”

It shouldn’t have surprised you that he was able to read you that well. The two of you had been married for a few years, and known each other longer, after all. Still, he wasn’t able to read you well enough to figure out what had bothered you to begin with. So you tilted your head as you stared up at him, and though you crossed your arms in an attempt to get some space from him, he didn’t budge much from his position.

“That girl at Shepherd’s dinner,” you said with a tight jaw.

“What girl?” he asked.

His question was so blatantly ignorant you nearly laughed. Instead, you rolled your eyes and let out a strong huff before turning your searing gaze back to him. “What girl… the one who was practically throwing herself at you! There’s no way you could tell me you didn’t notice her.”

There was a slight pause after your explanation, and it made you realize that he truly didn’t know what you were talking about. All you received from him were tense eyebrows and twitching lips. It was difficult to tell if that made you feel better or worse about the situation, but you still weren’t exactly thrilled with your husband at that moment.

“You’ve got to be joking,” you grumbled.

“I’m sorry, love, I really didn’t notice,” he said. His thumbs began to gently caress your hips through the silky fabric of your dress, and you tried to ignore the tingling sensation he caused by shifting your crossed arms.

“Seriously?” you retorted. “Oh, Mr. Price, you’re so funny! All while she’s trying to rip your arm off she’s hanging off of it so bad.”

“I didn’t notice,” he said again, voice dropping low as he leaned closer. “Why would I notice her when I’m too busy looking at you?”

Something pulled in you at that comment, and you swallowed down the dry aftertaste of wine that lingered in your mouth. John’s lips parted slightly as he leaned forward, and though the jealousy in you told you to tell him no, you stayed still as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Been lookin’ at you the whole night; couldn’t wait until we got home,” he mumbled into the crown of your head. His hands began to wander while he spoke, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips and then your thighs. “You know you’re all mine, right? You’re all mine and I’m all yours. Do you need me to remind you?”

As John spoke, you realized he slowly got lower and lower until his knees were on the kitchen floor. Kneeling in front of you, his hands rubbed at your ankles as they dived underneath the skirt of your dress. He began to bunch the fabric up as his hands slid along your legs, exposing your skin inch by inch. It was a miracle steam didn’t pour from your body due to how warm you felt, and you found yourself gripping the edge of the island counter as the lacy fabric of your panties became exposed.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you tried to keep the tension in your voice at bay.

“Reminding you who I belong to.”

A squeak nearly escaped your throat as John slipped his arm underneath one of your legs and tossed it over his shoulder. If it wasn’t for the counter at your lower back, you certainly would have fallen, but he held you firmly in place as his fingers pulled the fabric of your panties aside, exposing your heat to him. He groaned at the sight of you as he pushed the skirt of your dress further up, displaying the soft skin of your lower stomach.

“John,” you breathed. Your grip on the counter became more firm as he planted a chaste kiss against your cunt.

“That’s right,” he said, cooing against your slick skin, “only you get to say my name like that, darling.”

He didn’t waste anymore time before his tongue began to lap at you, and he was so wet and molten hot against you, you weren’t sure how you still stood. Unforgiving, his mouth latched onto your clit and he held you in place while his tongue ravaged you, drawing breathless moans from your mouth. It was such strong and sudden stimulation that your legs began to tremble in his grasp, but John refused to let you fall.

Just as the pressure on your clit seemed to be overwhelming, his tongue slipped closer to your center before diving into your heat. Groaning at the taste of you, he shallowly fucked you with his tongue for a few thrusts before sliding back to those fizzling nerves. Eventually your hips began to rock in time with the way his tongue moved against you and one of your hands tangled in his hair for better leverage.

Despite the pressure and the friction, it still wasn’t enough. There was this terrible ache that left your cunt fluttering around nothing, begging to be filled. Biting into your bottom lip, you gently tugged on John’s hair in an attempt to get him to look up at you.

“John I- fuck, I need more,” you said in a near whimper.

His mouth moved off of your clit with a wet smack, and he stared up at you with heavy lidded and drunken eyes. A glistening sheen coated his lips and wetted the hair of his beard, and though his mouth wasn’t pleasuring you, his fingers took its place. At first he started with gentle little circles around your clit before grazing along your slit until he reached the depth of your heat. He slowly pressed two fingers into your pussy, but only reached the second knuckle before he paused.

“Tell me what you want,” he urged while he curled his fingers inside of you. “Say it. Anything; I’ll give it to you.”

His fingers moved with practiced accuracy as they rubbed against that cushiony spot that had your heel digging into his back. In a way, it felt a little cruel, as if he was trying to steal your words away from you on purpose. Instead, your grip on his hair only grew more firm as your hips began to squirm in his grasp.

“Fuck me. Properly,” you said, your tone somewhere between an order and a plea.

For the first time that night, a proper smirk formed on John’s lips. As he rose to his feet, he knocked your leg off of his shoulder and his fingers buried deeper into your cunt which had your hands pulling at his dress shirt. He continued to pump his fingers in you as his still moist lips brushed against yours.

“Here?” he asked.

“I don’t care,” you whined, nails nearly tearing through his shirt.

The sudden absence of his fingers left your mind reeling, but you were finally able to catch your breath after such a long period of pleasurable torture. His hands gripped your hips and quickly spun you around so that you were faced away from him. Bracing your hands against the counter, you yelped slightly as John pushed you forward, forcing you to bend at the waist until your chest pressed against the cool granite.

“John!” you exclaimed as he began to hike the skirt of your dress up once more.

“You told me to fuck you properly,” he said as he yanked your panties down. They fell over the curve of your ass and the swell of your thighs until they laid in a wet mess at your ankles. “I don’t plan to disappoint, love.”

Remaining bent over the counter, you listened to the familiar metallic clink of John’s belt coming undone, quickly followed by the unzipping of his pants. It wasn’t long before the head of his cock tapped against your ass which sent your cunt clenching around nothing.

“I’m all yours, darling. Only yours. Tell me you understand,” he said, voice low and deep in his throat.

Just as you opened your mouth to answer him, you felt him prod at your entrance, greedily rubbing along your slit in an attempt to drench himself in your arousal. Swallowing, you shifted on your feet slightly.

“You’re mine,” you spoke, body tensing from anticipation.

“That’s fuckin’ right.”

Without further warning, John slid into you, filling you to the very brim with a single thrust. Your hands clenched into fists, and with no bed sheets to grab, you hit the counter in front of you as your forehead came into contact with the cool surface. He gave you very little time to adjust before he pumped in and out of you, hips slapping against your ass with obscene sounds. Your strained moans only added to the symphony; beautiful legato mewls as you attempted to grab onto anything that you could while John punctuated each thrust with sharp, staccato grunts.

Already sensitive from his tongue and his fingers, taking his cock so full and suddenly nearly sent you over the edge. A blistering heat prickled across your body, causing sweat to bead along your skin as if the universe attempted to adorn you with rhinestones. John’s hands turned into fists as he gripped the skirt of your dress, keeping it out of his way and using it as leverage to pound into you with little remorse.

“Jealous thing, aren’t you?” he said through a strained grunt. “Thinkin’ I’ve got eyes for anyone other than you? No, quite the opposite, isn’t it? Why would I ever dream of that silly girl at the dinner party when I’ve got my pretty wife bent over the kitchen counter for me, hm?”

You tried to come up with a response, but each thrust tore the breath out of your chest. He continually hit so deep, stretched and molded you to his form, that it was impossible to focus on anything else. Judging by the way he continued his rambling, he didn’t seem to mind your strained moans being your only answer to him.

“No, darling, I’m all yours, always will be. C’mon, say it. Wanna hear it from that sweet mouth of yours,” he prompted.

It was like he had hard reset your brain. Every time you tried to open your mouth to answer him, nothing but a squeak came out. John’s hand snaked around the front of your hips, and while he continued to thrust his fingers lazily played with your clit. Not enough to get you off, but certainly enough to grab your attention.

“Say it, love. I can feel how close you are. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.”

He was close too, you could tell by the guttural strain in his voice alone. Pressing your forehead harder into the countertop, you squeezed your eyes shut as you finally willed your voice to cooperate.

“You’re mine! All fucking mine, please John, need it so bad,” you babbled half-coherently.

No longer teasing you, the pressure of John’s fingers on your clit was purely intentional. Swirling, twisting, searing; your orgasm sucked all the air from your lungs until you were reduced to nothing but a writhing mess on the countertop below him. His torso collapsed onto you at the sensation of your cunt attempting to milk him dry, and his teeth nipped at the tip of your ear as he clumsily chased his own high. Once the pressure of overstimulation had built so high that it was almost uncomfortable, John suddenly stilled inside of you, pressing himself up against the stiff curve of your cervix as his cock pulsed inside of you. His grunts softened to heavy panting as he kept himself there, torso pinning you to the counter as he pressed wet and messy kisses to the side of your head.

The two of you stayed like that for quite some time, but eventually your hips began to ache, and your lungs burned from the added pressure of your husband attempting to crush you with his affection. John slid out of you with a heavy sigh before he assisted you in standing up straight where he let the skirt of your dress flow naturally around your legs before he pulled your back into his chest once more. Content, you leaned your head against him as you tried to ignore the shaking in your knees. But John refused to let you stumble or fall as he kept his arms wrapped securely around your middle while continuing to press kiss after kiss to the side of your head.

“I love you,” he murmured. “There’s no one I want in this world besides you. I’m sorry about tonight. I’ll pay better attention next time.”

Still trying to catch your breath, you reached a hand up over your head until you caught the back of John’s neck in your palm. A fine layer of sweat had built up there. You couldn’t imagine how warm he must have felt in his suit.

“I suppose I can forgive you,” you teased.

The two of you stayed like that for some time, mumbling sweet nothings to one another, until the exhaustion from the night's events settled deep into your bones. The shower you took together after that washed away any lingering frustration, and the bed seemed twice as warm that night as you were wrapped in his arms. As sleep began to pull at your eyes, all your brain could think about was him, your husband, John Price, and how he was all yours and no one else’s.

sorry the ending is trash i didn't know how to wrap it up ):

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kurogxrix · 1 year

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All Of My Love ( V. )

(Series Masterlist)

Neteyam x Avatar!reader

IN WHICH Neteyam’s mother and clan disapproves of your relationship, because you’re a dreamwalker. When you both advance in your relationship, the clan cannot help but attempt to ruin things for the both of you.

WC: 14k (wow)

Based on All My Love by Led Zeppelin

Warnings: mommy issues, finally awaited FLUFF, kissing and making up, slightly suggestive. this is rushed, the ending is rushed THE EDITING IS RUSHED.

The blinding lights of the lab reflected off the shiny protective glass that shielded your avatar from the human air. You brought a hand up to hide your eyes from the sudden gleam of light that blinded you, before moving yourself to resume your staring. You couldn’t really tell how long it had been since you had been full on just fixated on your avatar, but you had failed to hear the sound of someone entering the room.

“Looks like you’ve finally decided to drop that fake body of yours,” you heard a feminine voice say from behind you. You dreaded the moment when you’d have to turn around, because you knew exactly who this voice belonged to. You didn’t even want to look at the glassy material anymore, because you knew that you’d eventually spot her in the reflection.

Her stiletto heels clicked against the floor at every step and you could hear them getting closer and closer at every click. You didn’t even flinch when she reached a hand upon your shoulder, only turning around to meet the woman that stood at your height. The room was already loud from the outside noises of people loudly talking.

She had to agree that you had grown greatly, no longer being the troublesome little girl that used to hold Norm’s tail at every opportunity given. You were a young adult now and she knew that. “Thought I made it clear that you must knock before entering?” your question went waltzing into the tense air as you looked down at your shoes, your mother completely ignoring you.

Your eyes couldn’t help but survey her work outfit, one that seemed a little out of place, or even inappropriate for a workplace. She wore a tight pencil skirt that seemed okay just on its behalf, but she had ridden up to rest just above her round thighs. Her blouse was just as skin-tight as her skirt, and you were sure that many eyes of the lone soldiers must’ve been attracted to her charm.

“That alien family of yours left you?” she chuckled slightly, not wanting to seem too hostile because you were still her kid. Even if somewhat back then she had managed to get rid of you while you were still developing in her womb, or when she had abandoned you with the other scientist after your birth to drown in her own sorrows, you would always be her daughter whether she liked it or not.

You rolled your eyes involuntarily at her comment, but somewhere in your heart did it truly hurt. “That alien family was more present in my life then you ever were,” you mumbled, moving your focus to the stash of paperwork on the office that was next to you. It was not your work to do, but you’d rather complete some rando’s work then talk to your mother.

“Don’t think that i’m an incompetent person now,” she replied, little to no worries for your sorrows. Everything about this conversation somewhat made you angry. For one, you could never understand her feelings, because she was always so closed off towards you.

Your mother sighed as you refused to look at her once more. She brought a hand up to undo the first two buttons of her blouse, the tight material suffocating her more than the tension in the room. She contemplated putting a hand down on your forearm, but she knew that you’d only repulse from her touch.

“Don’t resent me because I haven’t been there for every step that you took, I couldn’t always be there at your side,”

“You were never even there!” you snapped at her, hands firmly holding you up on the metallic table. Your rings clashed against the table at your outburst, causing a loud ringing to chime throughout the lab. You brought a hand up to soothe your temples in frustration because of the woman that stood besides you. She was as silent as a grave and the only noise that came from the both of you was the sound of you shuffling with the nearby files.

Your mother watched you with woe as you tried not to snap at her again just for being in the same room as her.

“Why were you never there?” you grumbled,

“I-“ you cut her off from whatever she was about to tell you. “When you could’ve been.” you turn your head towards her, a desperate glimpse in your eyes. There was something more than want in your eyes, there was need. You needed to know why she had never been around to watch you grow, maybe to soothe your inner child that awaited for those answers every single day.

“You’ve never really…,” she paused, hesitating at what she was going to tell you. You looked expectantly at her, anticipating the words that she was failing to express. “You’ve never really had a father.” her eyebrows creased together, and her eyes just couldn’t help but peer at anything but at your upset form.

You deadpanned at her, that was her reasoning? Because of her failed hookups, you had to be the victim of her neglect? The look that you gave her made her bones shudder in discomfort and she felt intimidated under your unruly eyes. She felt as though you judged her from every aspect of her life, but she knew that you were somewhat right if you did.

“It’s not that I’ve never had any company, lord, kind of the opposite actually,” she boasted, and you internally gagged at her over sharing of personal information. Matter of fact, you didn’t need to know how your mother used to get regularly pounded on this early Monday morning. Her mere presence had already ruined your day, now she was tripling that with her odd storytelling.

“And I was always safe every time, so there was no way that it was any of them!” she said, now frustrated as she failed to understand the story that she herself was revealing to you.

“You’ve never had a father, Y/N” she called out for your name, trying to make you understand what she couldn’t voice out audibly. The irritating feeling had completely faltered by now, and you couldn’t really understand where you mentally stood now. The feeling of disbelief was all you could feel for now, because her story made little to no sense.

You were not that oblivious to the stories that came from your mother’s land. The story of their saviour and the same god that was preached amongst something that they called religions. Unlike the na’vi, the humans praised a man that harboured 3 forms of which were physical and spiritual. They believed that their god had formed the earth, and everything that lay upon. You had heard of the story of the Virgin Mary, and your mother’s tale was getting a little too similar to this.

“I had to carry the burden of bearing an unwanted child, so you have no right to resent me for not being in the life of a daughter that I've never wanted!” your mother quavered, her lips trembling as she spoke to you. You couldn’t find it in yourself to retort, to disprove the tears that trickled past her waterline. Despite not understanding your own birth story still, you couldn’t find it in yourself to resent the woman no more.

For, it was because of you that your mother would never be the same ever again, no matter how much you would pray to the Great Mother. She had changed drastically after your birth, ignoring the presence of both Norm and Max as they grew closer to you. Matter of fact you had been practically raised by both men, and the other avatars that worked in the program.

Was it so wrong for you to wish that she was present at the moment? You were so confused with everything, with Neteyam, with Neytiri, with the omaticaya, with yourself. You pushed those feelings away though, because there was no one else that you could blame but yourself for her detachment. You had seen pictures of when she was happy, when she was younger and free.

You were the reason as to why she was so distant nowadays but you were also the lost kid that needed a mother’s reconfort at the moment.

You watched quietly as the older woman recomposed herself, passing a hand over her already-straightened blouse in an attempt to appear less awkward. Her stiletto heels clicked against the floor once more, though this time the sound was getting further away from your hearing at each step. Soon enough, the obnoxious sound had completely dissipated from your hearing range, leaving you to bask in the deserted silence of the lab room.

Neteyam was the only thing that your mind would present to you on replay. He was everything that your heart wanted and at times you only wished to rip the organ out yourself to cease this feeling. He was in everything, like the feather that dangled from your chest piece. The same one that swayed with the wind each time that the cool breeze would brush over you.

Sometimes you wondered if you should just fall out of love with the na’vi boy, but you wondered if you’d even be able to. You would most likely end up falling in love with him again, and you couldn’t afford more heartbreaks than you had already acquired. Your admiration for Neteyam was like a thread of an endless yarn ball, on which only a blade can cut through.

So here you found yourself again, in the midst of the forest. That was the only place you seemed to find inner peace at within the past few weeks. You felt a strong connection to the nature around you. You felt oftentimes as though the animals spoke specifically to you, but you failed to understand because of the language barrier. You felt like the trees were your true home, not the ton of metal that was called a lab.

Perhaps it was not the best of ideas to be jumping from tree to tree in your short human body. The forest na’vi body was built for those long and dangerous leaps unlike your small and frail current body. The thrill was what motivated you to keep moving, and exceptionally that one berry that hung from the complete top of the tree. It shone through the rays of sun that poked through the heavy leaves and it attracted you to no end. Like some shiny jewel to a robber, you couldn’t help but make it your personal mission to retrieve it.

You had to admit that the first few minutes of climbing were literal hell. Through the scratches and numerous times that you had nearly fallen, it seemed like Eywa herself was telling your stupid ass to just give up and go home. Thought you were no loser, so you would get that berry one way or the other. You ignored the way your arms ached as you encircled them around the thick bark of the tall tree, your feet digging into whatever spot they could find in the log.

To your misfortune, Eywa had really seemed to want you to descend from that tree. You had trusted your instincts a little too much, like a natural predator trusted his own instincts. Though you were just a human woman and no palulukan. You brought your foot up, trying to lodge it into the next hole or branch that presented itself before you. Though before you knew it, your right foot had met with the solid and moist grassy feeling of moss, and you had slipped before your brain could even register it.

It would be a funny scene for any na’vi passing, the fresh view of a sky person falling from leaf to leaf while cascading down the top of a tree. You let out the most ground breaking yell as you broke through the branches, body hitting with what felt like every single branch in this damned forest. You groaned as your foot set caught in the last branch of the tree, saving you from what could have been a fatal fall. You would’ve loved to laugh at yourself in any other situation if it hadn’t been for your near death.

You could practically hear your own heart beating as you came down from your fright, and you were sure that creatures from miles away could hear it pulsating way faster than it should as well. Cold sweat ran down your neck onto your hair because of your upside down position, and your exopack was irritating you ten times more than usual.

Your uncomfortable positions made your growing bruises throb as the branch applied pressure everywhere it shouldn’t. You felt dizzy from the blood flowing down to your head, but you knew that you couldn’t let your guard down, because the forest was like a huge death trap for a human of your size. Your ears picked up on the sound of footsteps, eyes darting all over the place as a hurried way of searching for its owner.

Much to your fortune, the intruder seemed to be a na’vi. You called out for them, waving your hands in the air like a maniac as you tried to make a call for the blue alien.

She ignored you and your desperate cries for help and you felt as though you were being more and more suffocated as time passed by. You could see that she heard you from the way her ears twitched irritably at each of your yells and soon enough, she had turned to you with a stern gaze.

Neytiri’s judgemental eyes stared right through you as you could not even do much to hide yourself from her gaze. Great, now you were both upside down and extremely humiliated as you stood stupidly before your ex-lover’s mother. You brought both of your hands to your face in a goofy attempt to rescue your decency from this pure humiliation and the woman only rolled her eyes at your antics.

She kept on eyeing you from the side, clearly hesitant about something that you could not know what for now. Neytiri tried to distract herself by picking her herbs in the sheer silence, but her nerves only aggravated things, making her accidently rip the fresh stem of the flower that she was picking.

“As much as I don't like you, my son refuses to speak to me because of you.” Neytiri spoke sternly as she kept her back turned away from your prying eyes. Her slim fingers pulled at herbs from the ground, unrooting them from the fresh soil as she stored them in her basket. “So we must come to even terms,”

Your heart did backflips at her words, multiple backflips at that. Neytiri, THE Neytiri, was finally accepting you? In some way.

You couldn’t believe it, visually because you beamed at her comment, bringing your body forward as you seemed shocked at her confession. Your body swayed at your actions, unwillingly unlatching your legs from the branch. Your body hit the floor with a loud thud and the groan that left your mouth indicated that it was no light fall.

Neytiri wasn’t looking at you when it had happened, and you prayed your thanks to the Great-Mother. She turned around suddenly at your loud noise, shaking her head in disappointment when she found you face to face with the moist soil. Well not really face to face because of the mask that was binded to your face. She felt a tiny bit of worry at first, worried that your mask had injured you during your fall. Though you praised the Great-Mother once more for blessing you with the quick ability to have been able to move your arms in order to protect your masked face from the fall.

Was this really who her son was so in love with? You reminded her so much of Jake’s old self at the moment, and she could only be happy for Neteyam acquiring her patience.

She continued to look at you through unimpressed eyes as you put your hand up in the air, flashing her a thumbs up that you were sure she must’ve understood with Jake being around. Neytiri moved towards you, rolling you over on your back since you were still pretty much making out with the dirt beneath you. Dirt specks covered your mask but you were too dazed to even care at the moment.

You groaned once more at the new position, feeling every single rock digging into the flesh of your back. Neytiri raised an eyebrow bone at your suffering, clearly amused by your human body’s fragile state. Her ears rose up in the air at her obvious hilarity and you swallowed back the raging need of rolling your eyes at her.

“I’m not saying that i’m accepting you in my family,” and there it was, the huge rock that came and crushed all of your hopes that you had built up for yourself.

“For now…”

You raised your hand for them to rest besides your face, body being sprawled out like a starfish as you grunted satisfyingly at the soothing position. You wanted so badly to sit up and crack the tense muscles in your neck, but this would do for now.

You thought about what Neytiri had told you, how she was willing to make an effort for the sake of her eldest son. But things don’t always go the way we intend to and she was about to learn it the hard way. “It will never work out,”

she looked at you curiously now, abandoning her previous activity of staring at the nature that surrounded you. She tilted her head to the side in confusion as she looked at you expectedly, awaiting an answer from you.

“We are not together anymore, I'm pretty sure that Eywa herself is separating us at this point!” you laughed dryly, and the downturned smile that graced your face could tell Neytiri everything that she needed to know. Her ears piqued down as she now knew why Neteyam had been so upset with her. She had thought that maybe it was simply because she was trying to keep them from being together, but now she knew that it was more than that. Her own son’s heart had been wounded because of her selfishness, her first child that she had vowed to protect from any wrong of this cruel world.

She moved to sit next to your sprawled out form, crossing her legs gracefully besides you. Your neck hurt too much to even bother looking at her, so the tall trees were what you’d be observing as she spoke to you. “If Eywa has a plan for the both of you, then nothing is really over.” she looked up to the trees as you did, leaving you to contemplate what she had just told you.

“You are resilient, hardheaded and always going back to my son even after I threaten you!” Neytiri snarled, though it was more playful than the usual venomous tone she held when she used to speak to you. You allowed yourself to snicker at her teasing, before she started again. “So what’s different now? Why did you give up on my son so early?”

Neytiri always had this hardness in her tone when she spoke to people that she wasn’t necessarily fond of, but you knew not to take it at heart. She sighed at the silence that you granted her, standing up on her feet as she brushed off the dirt that stuck to the back of her legs. You had so many things that you wanted to say to her, like how it was all different now. Though her words had you thinking deeply, so deep that you fell deaf upon her retreating footsteps.

You were left with your own questioning self and the racking thoughts that ran throughout your head. Your body still stuck to the depths of the forest floors as the pain resurfaced once more. You forced yourself to stand up, your body urging you to tend all of your tense muscles as you walked yourself back to the lab.

You peeled the sweaty top from your drenched body, sweat from your previous fall still rolling off of your skin. Drops of sweat ran from your neck and drenched the delicate fabric of your clothes. It was complicated to do with your mask still on, but you pushed through either way. Your top was also wet due to your impulsive decision of jumping in the lake still fully clothed.

Courtesy of the scorching sun affecting your brain capacity, or so you said. The detour that you had made at a nearby pond seemed almost crucial, because you cringed at the thought of going back to the lab all covered up in dirt and dust. The scenery around you was beautiful, as much as it should’ve scared you. The fish that swan around in the natural pond were humongous compared to the pond fish on earth. Though you wouldn’t know of them, it made obvious sense that they were bigger than the earth ones when a fish as big as your upper thigh brushed past you.

You thanked Eywa for their gentle minds as you twisted your top to remove the excess water. You had just managed to strain the water out but it seemed as though something was coming for you. Lord may it not be a man, because you were clad in nothing but your bra and underwear. You brought your hands back under water as the sounds got closer and closer, drenching the clothes that you were once trying to wring.

Out of nowhere, a tall and blue na’vi jumped out from behind the bushes, startling you. Well, jumping out wasn't really the term that you could use to describe it, more like ‘they peacefully walked out from behind of the bushes but it scared me and I nearly pissed myself.’

What was with people running up on you while you were trying to have some alone time today?

You panicked for a minute, scared that it was a male na’vi that was going for a little swim and that was about to walk in on you half naked. So by reflex, you threw whatever you had in hand and onto them. Though you only had your wet clothes, and the wet sound of your clothes sploshing against their face resonated throughout the whole area.

You winced audibly at the force that you had sent your wet clothes, feeling a little bad for whoever was behind the wet stack of woollen clothes. Your guilt only tripled when you looked down at the na’vi, the obvious pair of breasts behind the feathers that hid them indicated to you that it was no man. You stayed in your spot for a second as the victim of your accidental assault brought a hand up to their face, sliding the mess off of their face.

Your eyes widened like saucers when you were met with the sight of your old best friend. The voice box that resided in your throat failed you for what seems like the 6th time today as you opened your mouth to tell her something, remaining voiceless like a fish out of water. Zeppi seemed obviously shocked as well, her ears raised and her pupils dilated as she stared at you.

She couldn’t help the loud resonating of her laughter as she replayed the scene in her head. The sight of your terrified face as you first spotted you, before her vision got engulfed by an uncomfortable darkness. You wanted to laugh too, but the feeling of embarrassment and discomfort was too overwhelming. There was no need to say that the scene was truly funny, but you also couldn’t deny that the person that stood besides you had lied to you, despite being the only person you could rely on back then.

Zeppi noticed the obvious switch in your mood as she stood on the dry grass. She quickly fiddled with her own clothes, leaving them dry unlike yours on the shore. You knew that you couldn’t just keep on staring into her yellow eyes until someone decided to make a move, so you decided to be the bigger person and apologize first.

“I’m sorry for,” you brought your hands up as they splash water slightly around, turning your hands in front of your own face to mimic what you wanted to say. “Whatever just happened…” your voice faltered, dying of embarrassment. Zeppi only laughed at your antics, showing you that she didn’t take it to heart.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, matter of fact you could’ve thought that I was a big bad predator!” she brought her hands towards her mouth, making some weird sound as she mimicked fangs that she already did have. You groaned at her attempt to tease you, snickering slightly after.

“If anyone should be apologizing, then it should be me,” she trailed off, shame written all over her face. She knew that you turning your face away from her should've discouraged her, but she was too resilient to even think of giving up. “I should’ve never kept that from you, it should’ve never even been a secret in the first place!”

You sighed, looking at the way that the water rippled as the both of your bodies moved in the pond. “But you still lied to me, Zeppi, and no amount of apology will take that away,” you muttered and her ears visibly deflated at your words. She was such a nice girl, the first ever person that had learned to accept you. Despite the Sully kids taking you in their little group, she was always someone out of that little circle that had been nice to you. Zeppi had taught you countless things, and you just couldn’t keep on resenting her for something that you had already gotten a clear explanation on.

“I guess that I can learn to forgive you, because I know that you’re sincere,” Zeppi snapped her eyes towards you, her tail swaying wildly behind her. An upside down smile graced her face, looking at you for confirmation before she threw herself into your arms. The sheer force of her embrace sent the both of you staggering, and her arms wrapped themselves from the top of your shoulders as her hands rested on the small of your back. Your size difference was insane, your head ending up on her stomach as you hugged her back.

She pulled back slightly, her larger palms resting on your bare shoulders as she beamed at you. Her smile was just as contagious as in the rumours, and soon enough you had found yourself laughing along with her.

“If it makes you feel any better, I've never loved Neteyam! Never even looked at him in such a way, and I'm sure that his eyes were too busy trailing over a little someone else to even notice me.” she rambled and you held back a chuckle as you watched the taller girl get lost in her nonsense. Your heart fluttered at her subtle mention of Neteyam being hooked on you. “My own heart beats for someone else,” she says shyly and you turnt your head to the side in puzzlement.

Who could be the lucky person that the omaticaya’s golden girl had finally chosen? It was no secret that she was well sought amongst the forest na’vi, but she had never shown any interest in anyone until now?

“You’ll tell me when I come back tomorrow, I'm afraid of getting sliced and diced by a viperwolf if I stay until it’s dark!” you laughed, moving from your spot and you picked up your damp clothes from the shore. There was residue of dirt stuck onto it, but you didn’t want to enter a laboratory full of men with nothing but underwear on. So dirty cloth it shall be. It sort of contradicted the reason as to why you even came to the pond, but oh well.

“I better see you as a tall, blue na’vi the next time my eyes lay onto you! I’m counting on you.” Zeppi yelled once more as your figure diminished from her field of view. The girl sighed contentedly, sinking deeper into the cool waters of the pond one last time.

Zeppi ran back home with the biggest grin on her delicate features. Her smile was so big that her own mother feared she would rip her face in her half if she continued for any longer. She hopped her way to her tent, spreading joy amongst the gloomy na’vi by her own joyous presence itself.

How could she not be happy? She had just reunited with her long-lost best friend. Her heart throbbed with many emotions, those that she could not even confine to her own family because she feared their reactions. She was over the clouds because of your forgiveness, even though reluctant. She felt for you however, because she knew that you were still hurting because of what had happened with your past lover.

She knew that deep down, even with the blessing of your forgiveness, there would always be a part of you that would pain because of their lies. No matter how much you understood why they did it, no matter how much you tried to rid yourself of these unwanted thoughts. Zeppi shook her head, trying to shake the bad thoughts away. She smiled again as her sharp canines poked through the space between her opened lips.

She walked back to the high camp confidently, her hips swaying in beat with her tail as she sauntered. Her glimpse of joy had gotten rudely interrupted as someone had grabbed onto her arm, making her yelp loudly. She turned around abruptly to face whoever it was, her tail stuck in between her legs in a hostile way. Her eyebrow bones furrowed in perplexity as she was met with the sight of the eldest Sully girl. Sure they were not necessarily the bestest of friends, probably ones to have a conversation only when needed.

The sight of Kiri holding onto her confused her to no end. “You may want to come see what’s happening,” Kiri said, adding no further explanation whatsoever as she dragged the other girl towards a big crowd. Similar to the one of the time where you had been intercepted by her father, and Zeppi cringed at the painful memory of watching you get dragged around by the elders in front of everyone.

Her plans of informing Neteyam about her conversation were now completely thrown out of the window, mainly because when she arrived on sight, the same exact boy was standing before the whole clan. Kiri could only pray to the All-Mother that her brother would not do anything stupid, for he was never known for anything of such.

His hand was raised before his people, as though one raising his cup full of confessions as he made a toast. His ears were upright as he showed no signs of anguish standing here before so many na’vi. Or so he liked to make himself believe. Neteyam made a call for the omaticaya clan, his voice loud and clear above the din. The crowd of people eventually calmed down, turning their impatient eyes towards the Sully that stood before them.

His nerves racked painfully as he feared their reactions, rightfully so, but he wouldn’t allow himself to show them. He’d show them the brave and outgoing Neteyam that they had always known and loved.

“I….” he started, but his confidence seemed to have vanished along the way. Eywa, he cursed himself for getting discouraged so early, what happened to his previous devotion? He had gassed himself up for 20 whole minutes in his head, and he was cowering now? His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, pupils dilating in delight as he spotted Zeppi and Kiri amongst the crowd. Lo’ak stood not too far away from them, and he just knew that his brother would be so proud of him for standing up for himself at once.

“I’m here to make things clear, that I will not keep this alliance between Tarsem’s daughter and I going.” he finally said in a clear tone, and the said family’s ears raised in bewilderment. On one hand, Zeppi couldn’t help but be both thankful and proud of Neteyam for being the one to do the first step. For they both lived in a loveless arrangement, their hearts lying in other people’s hands. Tarsem however, was not as understanding as Neteyam had wished for him to be.

What was Neteyam implying by this, that his daughter wasn’t good enough for him? Then it clicked inside of his head, his braids waving around as he visibly shook from anger. Neteyam was breaking things off publicly with his daughter for that demon.

It was borderline insulting to him at how Neteyam could just break this betrothal off so easily before everyone. And when his nerves took the better of him, his wife was quick to calm him down. Tarsem’s ears flickered backwards as she restrained him, a steady hand placed upon his chest as she prevented him from approaching the young man. She was Zeppi’s mother after all, and a mother knows all. Just like she knows that Zeppi would not have been happy if she had truly ended up mating with Neteyam, so she believed that this was for the best.

Neytiri’s tail flickered wildly behind her at her eldest son’s statement. Had Neteyam really lost his mind? Was he really about to give up everything that was built for him for the past 18 years just for a foreign girl? Though when she thought about it deeper, your relationship truly reminded her of her very own.

She had risked everything that was thrown upon her after the death of her sister. She had abandoned her betrothed for the one that her heart had frankly beaten for. She couldn’t blame Neteyam for breaking away from a loveless arrangement, but it didn’t mean that Neytiri wasn’t upset nevertheless. She was happy that Neteyam was standing up for his love, but did he really have to cause a whole scene before the entire clan?

Eywa, the whole of Pandora seemed to have been against Neteyam as of recently. At first, his clan and mother failed to accept his lover, then came their separation, and now no one was taking his words seriously. He was out and tired of living under other people’s rules, may it be his father or mother’s too. Neteyam thirsted to rebel for the first time in his life, ever since he had been born and deemed the perfect son. He was tired of having his whole life planned out for him, he wanted to be the one that held the marking stone in his life plan for once.

Though as of now, there was nothing that he could do to calm the crowd. Not as the future Olo’eyktan, and certainly not as the young teen that everyone still saw him as.

Zeppi turned around to meet the gaze of the Sully sister, but to her misfortune, she was no more by her side. Instead, one of her closest friend was; Lo’ak. The both of them suddenly turned to each other in their alarmed states. Everything was going to absolute shit. The people were up-roaring and neither the Neytiri or Tarsem seemed particularly pleased by Neteyam’s sudden outburst. Lo’ak watched as his brother stood lost between the crowd, his tail moving in circular motions as he tried to calm the people.

This was not what he had expected when he had decided to express the afiliation he still felt for you out in the open. It’s not like he had expected joyful cheering of encouragement, but he had sure as hell had not expected this. Zeppi looked back at Lo’ak and her heart did backflips as she spotted that familiar smirk plastered upon his face. She tried so hard to retain the eye roll that had inconveniently slipped by her.

That smirk of his resembled his father’s when he had been younger, and although none of them had been even born to witness it, they all knew that it sparked no good sense. “You know what we must do to obtain the attention from the all-so golden son?” the sully boy snickered as he raised his eyebrows tentatively at the girl before him.

Zeppi rolled her eyes once more at the boy as she understood what he meant at the first try, but a single look at the poor, distressed Neteyam was enough to change her mind. She turned back to Lo’ak before muttering a quick ‘‘make sure it works before i skin you.’’

Lo’ak’s eyebrows raised in bewilderment as she actually accepted his stupid idea, in order to save his own brother from the unwanted attention. Plus some heed from the clan wouldn’t do any bad to the youngest Sully son. He brought two of his fingers together, pressing them in an ‘O’ shape as he placed them carefully beneath his tongue.

The shrill tune of his whistle was enough to distract the people from their bickering, and redirect their attention to the two teens. Zeppi felt her blood running cold as her father observed her with narrowed eyes, but she told herself that it was for a good cause. Jake shot him a knowing look, tilting his head in a hostile way as he silently demanded for his son to retain himself from whatever foolish action he was about to commit in front of the whole omaticaya clan.

He looked straight into Tarsem’s eyes as his wrath turned its aim towards the young man. He watched carefully as Lo’ak’s hands wrapped around his own daughter's waist, pulling her flushed onto his body as he caught her midway into a searing kiss. Tarsem’s and Neytiri both gasped audibly at their children’s actions and Kiri and Jake could only shake their heads from the sidelines. There was just as much platonic love between those two as there was between Zeppi and Neteyam, but they just had to suck it up for the sake of the future Olo’eyktan. For, it was just a simple little innocent kiss.

It didn’t last more than two seconds, but it was enough to startle the crowd from their previous bickering. He unlatched himself from the girl, his hand still resting in the crevice of her waist as he taunted the older man that stared daggers at him and his own daughter. His blood ran cold as Neteyam just stared dumbly at the both of them, standing still in his spot like a tree firmly rooted to the soil.

Lo’ak shot a subtle annoyed look at his oblivious older brother, signalling him to leave as he distracted their people. Neteyam’s ears raised in astonishment at his brother’s sacrifice (for, he was about to get his ass whooped once they all got back home) and discreetly made a run for it.

Though he failed to escape the keen eyes of his grandmother, The all great Tsahik. She saw everything, and she knew everything through Eywa’s will.

Mo’at knew that there was no reason to keep her grand-son away from the sky person that he had fallen so deeply for. Not like she even could if she wanted to, because she knew her grandson like the back of her hand, and she had heard of Eywa’s plans for them anyways. She watched through her piercing yellow eyes as he slipped through the crowd, making a call for his mountain banshee, Seze.

Mo’at rubbed a hand deeply over her face as she tried to soothe her own frown, because she knew that after this, there was a way bigger crowd of frowns that required her help to soothe. She feared that the father of Zeppi would most likely kill Lo’ak himself if Neytiri hadn’t already. Though when she turned around, she was met with the sight of an empty ground and the sight of some very disappointed parents ahead.

Once you got back to the lab, you shivered from the sudden gust of cold air that blew past your back. The air conditioner did not mix well with the damp clothes that stuck uncomfortably to your body and you were sure that if you didn’t jump in a warm shower right now, you’d die of sickness. The weird looks that you received while entering with your dirtied clothes did not make you feel welcomed in any type of way.

Your injuries burnt as your shirt pressed down against your cuts and growing bruises. Lord knows what kind of infection you’ll receive from those if you don't get them treated anytime soon. The lab was getting noisier and noisier as dinner time approached, and you could spot Norm and Max from afar. Though you didn’t catch on to the communication device that norm had around the throat, his fingers pressing along the buttons as he ended a conversation.

Strangely, he was in his avatar. You shrugged it off as he probably went out to get some samples, and going out as a human was very dangerous. You and your numerous injuries would know that as of now. Max had been the first to spot you, getting up from his chair in the dinner hall as he waved at you.

“Ey’ little one, I've gotta job for you,” Norm started, placing his hands upon your shoulder as he pushed you the other way around. You grunted as he pushed his fingers into the flesh of your shoulders and you shrugged his hands off of you.

“After I've had a shower,” you started walking away towards your cabin. “And a good shoulder massage too.”

Norm quite literally rushed after you, blocking your passage as you rolled your eyes at him. Dear lord, give yourself some strength before you beat the scientist up right now. You clearly remember not having written 'Please disturb me!’ in bold on your forehead, so why was everybody doing so?

“Just give me a second to explain myself, then I'll let you go!” Norm promised, giving you that sincere look of his. You guessed that a couple more minutes of your time really wouldn’t cost you your life, so why not. You tilted your head to the side, now becoming your signature move for saying; carry on.

He reestablished his shoulder pushing, directing you towards the avatar program lab. Your suspicions were risen to the top but you’d allow him to explain himself before going off for nothing. Norm had made a promise to the very fed up Jake earlier through his throat mic and he would make you leave in that avatar vessel on this night even if it meant getting his hands bloody. Well he wouldn’t go that far. Maybe.

Jake was a close friend of his, even if they hadn’t necessarily started on a good foot. It’s been 15 years ever since the great massacre of the home tree and Norm had watched Jake and his little family grow, watching as Neteyam was presented to the clan as well as his first steps on this vicious planet.

“I need you to go out and fetch some samples for me, and you’re not leaving like this at night.” he said, sounding like a father scolding his daughter for wearing a slutty dress on a night out. You raised an eyebrow at his oddly fatherly tone before it clicked in your brain. Norm was asking you to go out in your avatar.

“You know what I vowed to myself,” Norm shook his head at your stubbornness and he sighed unimpressed as you began walking away from him again. Though he wouldn’t allow you to, he could only owe Jake and his family so much after everything that they had lived through together. If you did not know of the reasons why he would ask you such a demand for now, you’d sure as hell find out later.

“And you broke that exact vow like what, twice?!” Norm beamed, and you shot him a distasteful look. Really? Norm was really asking you all of this while he was in his avatar? Why couldn’t he do it himself? So many questions ran wild in your mind, but you kept them from the scientist. Max would always reprimand you when you would speak back to Norm, telling you that he knew what he was doing and that you always had to listen to him.

“Third time’s the charm!” you chirped humorlessly.

“Please,” he pleaded “I’ll do anything in return for you!” you cursed yourself for actually considering his demand. After all, how could you deny one of the men that had raised you when your own paternals had not? You sighed from all of the day’s exhaustion, it seemed like you could not catch a rest at all as long as you stood on the lands of Pandora. After securing your message and 3 months free of chores from the older man, you were ready to embark on the adventure that Norm had in reserve for you.

It was painfully humiliating to re-enter your avatar’s consciousness after pledging so many times that it was the last. Though there was no one around to poke fun at you for it right now, you’d just hurry and get it over with. You grabbed your satchel before leaving, repeating over and over again the name of whichever plant it was that Norm had told you to get. The photo that he had shown you from his iPad was engraved in your brain from how many times he had shown it.

Watching you leave the lab doors brought foreign feelings up into Norm’s chest, like watching your daughter leave for good as she moves on to her own life. He knew damn well that after tonight, you would be changed, a part of you would not be the same as it once was. Though he knew it would be positive changes, he dwells on the fact that you’re soon to start a seperate part of your own life.

He tries not to feel too bad about it, instead laughing it off with Max about the fake image of the flower that he had shown you. Maybe if you had taken the proper time to actually observe the picture well, you would’ve noticed the obvious photoshop. Norm grinned to himself, only wishing for Jake’s plan to be successful.

Stupid, idiotic Norm. Couldn’t he have gone to fetch his own sample in his own damned na’vi body. Here you were now, in plain sight in the middle of eclipse as you scavenged for a singular plant for what seemed to be ages. The image that Norm had shown you was starting to get blurry in your brain as time went by, and you were really considering going back to the lab and calling quits for today.

Though the further you walked into the forest, the closer you seemed to be getting to an open land area. You couldn’t really see it clearly due to the bushes that blocked its entrance, but you knew better than to be noisy while approaching an unknown territory.

The endless adventures that you had lived within the trees in the vast forest had taught you loads, and you knew better than anyone else that predators were hiding from every inch of the woodland. A na’vi’s hearing is known to be just about 4 times better than a human’s hearing, so the obvious wing flapping that could be heard by just about anyone didn't fail to go noticed by you.

it was useless to try and fight whoever had ambushed you, because you were just about weaponless. Thought your physical strength had grown ever since you had started training, and muscles had even started rippling upon your body. You could only wish that whoever was there was not some taekwondo master of some sorts, because then your muscles would have been rendered useless.

Seze, Neteyam’s ikran was who you had first recognized as you had turned around. It was very obvious to you as to who was the rider, because ikran’s are loyal to only their tamer during their whole life period. His ikran swooshed up dust particles as it settled down on the floor, and now you could properly see the na’vi.

“How did you find me, here specifically out of anywhere else?” Neteyam pointed towards your beloved ikran, staying silent as he dismounted his own. Shit, you cursed yourself, his ikran must’ve followed the scent of your own all the way until here.

Though Neteyam’s quiet presence was not what you had desired at the moment, there was really no way of forcing him to go back home. This was the forest, not some private property that you could banish him of.

Apart from that, that weird clearing that you had spotted earlier was still itching a spot deep into your brain, and if you didn’t explore how, then when would you? You grabbed Neteyam’s hand into yours as you grabbed him towards the area, since he was here, he might as well be of use in case you get attacked by some creature of any sorts.

Silence is all that lingers between the both of you as you usher him towards the weird scene. Between the longing stare that he subtly sends you, there’s no words exchanged between the both of you. An acrid smell fills both of your nostrils as you pass through the leaves that were used as what it seems like restraints to the zone.

The burnt grass felt weird and ashy under your feet, leaving a residue of sticky ashes on your skin the more you walked through the area. Neteyam followed shortly after you, dark ashes tainting his dark blue skin.

He knelt down to ground, bringing his middle and index down to rub against the dried up residue. The ashes spread along his fingers as he brought them up to his nose, sniffing deeply the powdered substance. Neteyam scrunched up his features at the odd smell, researching the power through his developed odora. He could tell that the place had been devastated from weeks before, but by who? And why had nothing regrown or advanced yet?

There’s an odd patch of lively green grass and moss in the middle of the area, and everything just gets more confusing as the both of you advance towards the centre. The sight was sort of eerie at first, but you soon grew to enjoy the peaceful silence.

“This is the most romantic place that you found to pour your heart out to me?” you placed your hand hovering your heart, allowing yourself to joke around with the na’vi boy. Neteyam gave you a toothy grin, chucking at your teasing. He turned his face away from you, allowing himself to really bask in the views of this place. He stood up from his kneeling stance, moving on stable legs towards you.

The both of you stood in what seemed to be a circle of chaos. There was no vegetation that surrounded the both of you, only dried and burnt up grass that blew off with every brush of the breeze. The trees were black from being burnt by whoever had decided to assault this beautiful part of the forest.

Neteyam tried to move forward towards you, before his foot got stabbed by something on the ground. He threw his hands up in the air rather ungratefully, jumping on one leg as the other sent painful spiky receptions throughout his whole body. You brought a hand to your mouth in an attempt to stiffen your laughter, crouching down before his assaulter as he kept on overdramatizing his injury.

At your eyesight stood a little growing plant, and you were about to bash him for overreacting his pain. You brought a finger to touch the baby plant, and to your surprise, the growing tree was not soft like you had expected it to be. It pricked your finger softly as you touched it, and you immediately retracted your whole arm back towards you.

Just what exactly was this place? Last thing you remember, there was no warning of a raid or any news about the aftermath of it. So why did you seem to have arrived on a dead man’s land, and why had the Great-Mother guided the both of you to it?

“Listen,” Neteyam’s back is turnt to you now, the only sight that you received was the one of his toned back. You’d love to complain about it, but why even would you when he looked this good? Even during this moment of vulnerability that he has, he’s still just as attractive as he is when he’s fully confident about himself. “I’m sorry, and again I know that a simple apology won’t fix everything that has been happening over the past few weeks.”

He paused as he looked at you for confirmation. He had expected you to lash at him or to cut him off like you had done numerous of times before, but your focused silence was something that he had not expected and somehow that had grounded him. It gave him the courage to advance, stepping closer and closer towards you.

“I’m sorry for everything that has happened, I'm sorry for not believing in you when I know that I should've. I trust you with my whole life Y/N, and I’m sorry that I haven't been showing that to you recently.” he apologised for what seemed like the 100th time and now your silence was starting to become unsettling for him. He sighed, probably making a fool out of himself as he spoke for nothing. For, you had no reasons to forgive him, but he was hanging onto a thin thread of hope that you would.

“I want to stay mad at you forever, for as long as your lungs continue to pump air even!” you yelled, throwing your hands up in the air like a lunatic woman. Neteyam’s eyes widened comically at your historical state, but he was scared to approach you because even with his incredible nocturnal vision, he couldn’t properly see the spiky tree of earlier times.

You were standing at your full height now, no more crouching before the little plant that had pricked the both of you. His silly fear of the prickly plant had now dissipated as he got lost in your words. They swivelled around his brain and filled his heart with even more ambition.

“But I know that my heart will always continue to beat for you and no one else, and it hurts just a little when you’re not around,” you teased him, making a ‘little bit’ hand sign to him. It felt like a mountain of worries had just been lifted off Neteyam's shoulders from your playful sentence and relief was written all over his face.

Neteyam made you feel like you were living, and not just existing.

“So you forgive me?” he mumbled, full of hope.

You pretended to think about it for a second, bringing a hand to your chin as you mocked him playfully. There’s another wave of silence that enveloped the both of you and you thought that Neteyam looked a little too serious at the moment. Poor boy just doesn’t know when to let go.

His intentions were clearer than the pond water that you had bathed in earlier as he approached you with big steps. He seemed almost impatient as he now stood nose to nose with you, one of his hands brushing the hairs behind your head. His touch sent goosebumps to your arms, and you were sure that the little hairs on your arms were standing straight from his touch.

“I cannot wait for us to do tsaheylu, because then i know that you will not run away from me again.” you flushed because he was already thinking that far ahead. Though usually you would’ve responded with some sort of self deprecating cooment, this time you had simply accepted it. You accepted that Neteyam found you worthy of being his mate instead of arguing with him about how you were some 5 fingered freak that didn’t even have a stable body.

He was unrelenting, and if he truly did find you unworthy then he wouldn’t have chased you all the way here into this clearing. If indulging in the boy you loved so much despite your differences meant being selfish, then you would gladly take the abhorring title.

“You sound like you’re trying to baby trap me,” you snickered, using an expression that you had seen on the web that was traditionally used upon the humans on earth.

“I’m what?” he shook his head, unfamiliar with those strange human tones. God, even his accent was enough to send shivers down your spine.

“I'm not trying to actually trap you,” he frowned and you only looked at him with a funny look on your face.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint how much time it had been since you had been staring into his warm amber eyes, but there was a new kind of look that graced his eyes, and you couldn’t even decipher it even if you truly wanted to. There was a mixture of yearning with an accompaniment of want.

His eyes captured the entirety of your face, from the way that your eyes were doing the exact same thing to him, or the way that your lips looked so inviting. The sudden feeling of his lips against yours was grounding and you had not even had the time to even properly even close your eyes before he had moved.

The feeling felt rewarding, considering that you both had been waiting for reconciliation after so long. You melted into the kiss, tilting your head to the sides as you allowed yourself to indulge in him. His hands travelled from places to places on your body, starting from the crevice of your neck as they trailed downwards to hold you tightly by the waist.

Yours were too busy keeping your stable upon his chest. Your knees felt weak from the pure impact that this boy had on you and you were glad that his grip was keeping you standing. The both of you pulled away when air became a necessity, or else you were sure that you could’ve kept going until sunrise and back at it again until sunset.

Neteyam panted lightly as he recollected himself, laughing softly against your mouth at the both of your tiredness. The feeling of fullness invaded your mind from being so close to your lover after so long, and tight now close just wasn’t close enough.

“R-right here? I thought you said that it wasn’t romantic enou-“ he panicked, scared that your desires were overpowering your judgement. He didn’t want you to wake up the next morning and be disappointed at what had happened, or even worse, at him.

You only laughed at his distressed state, Your hand was resting on his heart as you could feel its fast paced pulse. “I’d let you take me at the old shack if it meant being able to be with you, Neteyam”

“Closer, with you.” you pulled out your queue from the back of your head, the bundle of nerves firmly protected by your long braided hair. He could see your fangs sneaking past your lips as you smiled at him, and who was he to refuse that adoring smile of yours?

He pulled out his own braid, not hesitant but leisurely. There was no sign of a want for doubling back as you lowered your tendrils towards his, the pink nerves desperately wavering around for something to latch onto. Once they found his, the both of you were hit with a wave of euphoria.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of tsaheylu, and you now understood why it was spoken so highly of. No amount of highs could make you feel as connected or full as you felt while connected to your mate, and you could feel every single part of him. You could feel his ragged breathing, or the way his stomach recoiled with nerves as he stared at you.

There was something so deep about queue bonding, and it was not just the fact that Neteyam and you were actual mates now. No it was the intense feeling of love and lust that you could not conceal, and soon his lips had found you again in a passionate bruising. The yearning and want that Neteyam felt earlier was 10 times stronger now, and you could feel it too.

Wandering hands and starving mouths fed themselves amongst the other, basking in the feeling of the other for as long as the sun was away. May it be true that this place was not as beautiful as the normal na’vi mating grounds, but your love required no astonishing background for the both of you to function. All you needed was the two of you and your wavering hearts and that was just about enough.

Warm sun rays enveloped your vision, despite your eyes being shut close. The bright light passed through your closed eyelids, forcing you to painfully pry them open as you awoke from your slumber. There was not a single sound around you in the forest, from where you laid on a bed of moss.

The moss felt so comfortable, so inviting as you felt yourself drifting back to unconsciousness. The feeling of euphoria was still running thick through your veins and a new smile graced itself on your soft features. You felt someone shifting besides you, a pair of arms caging you protectively in their embrace.

Wait, moss? The last thing you remembered was falling asleep on a tiny patch of barely grown grass, next to the tiniest growing tree. Your eyes swaggered over the whole area as you face was still smushed against Neteyam’s torso.

The chest that served as your pillow was firm and warm and you couldn’t help yourself but to dig your face further into it. Your personal warmer grunted as you applied force to his torso, going silent once more as he fell back into slumber. It had been so long since the both of you had gotten sleep this good, and you blessed tsaheylu for allowing this sense of comfort from one body to another.

Warmth spread all over your body, from your face that was still busy basking in the sun, to the odd feeling of heat that laid over your back. Confusion and concern overtook your senses as Neteyam could feel it through the bond, his amber eyes peeling open reluctantly. There was a solid moment that passed by before any of you made a move, before you decided to sit up. A weird feeling of coarse hair and a warm body sliding off of you made chills raise up your spine, sitting up further in an alarmed way.

Neteyam followed shortly after you as he shoved an arm protectively around your waist, urging you closer to him. You couldn’t tell if your heart was fluttering from his romantic action or if it fluttered from fear of the viperwolf family that had been sleeping back to back with you. You watched with fright as the mother woke up from her slumber, stretching her paws out towards her cubs as she failed to notice you both at first.

Neteyam felt your fear, a primal feeling in him awakening the need to protect you above all. The both of you had no weapons other than your bare fists, but he was a strong warrior after all. His shuffled movements sent awareness towards the mom and her cubs, waking them all up in one go. The light blue creature stared at you first, eyes voided of any fear as she softly grunted at you, then its eyes moved towards Neteyam.

It happened faster than the both of you could even acknowledge it, and soon enough the whole family were left running away from the sight of the warrior. Baffled, the both of you could only stare at the way in which the viperwolves ran away, before the both of you burst into laughter. You turned your head to throw him a ‘what in the hell just happened’ kind of look, but he was already staring at you.

Your smile faltered as his eyes made way across your features, but it didn’t mean that you were no longer happy. The complete opposite of that. You watched as his eyes scanned your nose, then back to staring straight into your eyes. Neteyam held eye contact with you for a couple of seconds before his eyes dipped towards your lips. Your mouth was slightly agape as you stared back at him, and he leaned down to seal your mouths in a soaring kiss.

Eyes closed and ears laid back, you both enjoyed each other for a while before pulling away. His heart was beating so much faster than yours, and you could feel it through your bond. You could feel everything just as you had yesterday, you could feel his heart that still pulsated swiftly for you as it had done the previous night.

“I told you that you had a connection with the Great-Mother.” he referred to the strange encounter with the viperwolves, and you shrugged knowingly. It had made sense to you from the minute your mother had told you of the absence of a biological father, but you wished not to jump to conclusions back then. One of his hands moved up to tuck the a stray braid that framed your face.

“Look around you, ma Neteyam.” he flushed at the loving name, but executed your demand right after. His eyes widened at the scenery besides the both of you. How was this even possible? Just about last night, Neteyam had been rubbing his fingers over the ashes that engulfed this dead land. Now upon your awakening, the place looked as though a wonderland from any human fairy tail movie.

The freshly grown grass ran along the whole area, and short trees were still growing to their full potential. Neteyam looked back at you finally, not quite believing what had happened around the both of you while you were sleeping. Surely it must’ve been a sign of some sorts from the All-Mother, because there was no natural explanation for this.

Your braids laid between the both of you, tendrils still intertwined strongly together. You brought a hand up to pull amongst yours, disconnecting them against your own will and the dissatisfied grunt of Neteyam. “We must go back, your family will start to worry for you,” you stated, acknowledging the fact that the both of you had awakened later than any other na’vi usually did.

The both of you were too busy in your peaceful slumbers to even bother waking up, if it hadn’t been for the blinding sunlight and the viperwolf jumpscare that you had both received. You looked up to a clearing within the thick leaves of the trees that surrounded you as you noticed a flock of ikrans flying above the both of you. The forest was just waking up, and so had the both of you before any of you manage to get busted by a wandering thanator.

“For us,” Neteyam corrected you, and you tilted your head in confusion. “They will be worried for us.” he said, making your fangs stick out as you grinned at him. He leaned in to give you one last peck, before standing up and dusting himself. Like the gentleman that he had been raised to be, he helped you up with little to no effort.

The way back home was endearing. Since the both of you had missed so much time together due to everything that was going on priorly, you made it your task to catch up while going back home. The forest welcomed you back into its embrace, and oh how amazing it felt to be back home. To be back in the body that you loved so much.

Entering the village meant receiving the numerous prying stares, but Neteyam had vowed to you that he didn’t not mind yesterday. He had promised you that it was something that he would go through if it meant being with you. So he took it with pride, clasping your hand in his tightly for everyone to see. His back was straight, head up high as he walked besides you.

You felt more confident then you had ever done in your years of walking on the lands of this clan. You were mated now, and if they wanted to kick you out, then they’d have to kick Neteyam out too. No one dared to mess with Neteyam, because he was their future Olo’eyktan but most importantly the current Olo’eyktan’s son. It was immoral to do so and only a fool could oppose Neteyam.

It felt as though you were reborn as one of them, walking through their lands like you were one of them. But you were, and Neteyam had made it his duty to remind you of it every second yesterday.

You didn’t quite understand why they called it ‘the walk of shame’ until you had to walk to Neteyam’s family tent. Where inside you knew that his entire family was waiting for the both of you, and it was obvious that two young adults left alone in the forest at night would do a little more than just discussing.

lo’ak had been the first to spot you, much to your misfortune. A knowing smirk was plastered on his face as he looked between the two of you. He just couldn’t wait two more minutes to tease his older brother and he had no shame in doing it before his family. Tuk was quick to follow behind him, simply happy to see her family coming back.

Lo’ak threw a hand over Neteyam’s shoulder, glancing at him from the with that taunting smile.

“You are a man now, brother! Keep the babies for later, Tuk is already too much.” his older brother ignored him, only rolling his eyes as Tuk yelled at Lo’ak for his remark. He flinched pathetically as the little girl yelled at him, afraid of her wrath because she resembled their mother a little too much. And damn had he received a punishment from Neytiri after that stunt that he had pulled just the previous night.

“He has been a man for a long time now.” Kiri stepped in and Neteyam’s cheeks flared at her remark. She referred to the one time that she had caught him sneaking out at night, a little after your relationship had been made public. You brought a hand up to your mouth to stifle your laughter.

Jake and Neytiri didn’t bother getting up from their spots, instead they awaited you from inside the tent. The scent of fresh fruits was almost overwhelming and you felt yourself begin to crave for the sweet delicacy. You scrunched up your nose as the sugary smell invaded your senses. There was a curt moment where Neteyam had laughed at your antics, before grabbing your hand to pull you inside.

Neytiri had a knife in hand, and for a second you feared that she would cut you in the throat if she knew that you had mated with her son. Though she noticed the way you were dying the food with so much want, she invited the both of you to sit besides her and Jake.

The air was not stiff like it usually was and their home was clear of any tension for the first time while you sat in it. It felt so gratifying to be able to have a normal meal with Neteyam’s family without Neytiri trying to pull the both of you apart. You were quick to dive into the platter full of a variety of fruits, holding yourself back from completely assaulting that platter because you still did have manners.

Neteyam sat beside you, his stomach rumbling but he failed to do anything about it. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You mesmerised him in a way that he couldn’t explain, and all you were doing was eating a bowl full of fruits. he felt like he was in one of those corny romantic movies that Norm used to show his little siblings, where the main character was so enamoured by their love interest that the world around them just goes deaf to their ears.

Though Jake just had to ruin that.

Neteyam’s ears flicker at the sound of his father’s voice calling out for him, and he reluctantly snapped out of his in-love stance. His eyes move towards his mother first, who is quiet but she’s smiling nevertheless at what his father must've said during his daydream.

“I said you must eat, regain your forced from all that

energy you’ve spent!” Jake teased his son in all the most fashionable Sully ways, and Neytiri hit him across the back of his head with the bottom of her palm. Dear lord, could anyone in this tent other than Tuk please just stop embarrassing the both of you.

Neytiri rose from her silent state, as she got serious despite her former laughing form. “The future Tsahik cannot keep on detaching herself from her body to tend to another, she has to always be present.” your eyes widened and you nearly turnt your whole body towards your mate at his mothers words. She was considering you as their future Tsahik, Neytiri was acknowledging you in front of her whole family,

Though she had no other choice now, because you had bonded with her son. You had so much more to learn about the roads on how to become a good Tsahik, but your strong connection with Eywa was already a good start. Neteyam however, looked like he had seen a ghost. His face was a little paler than usual, and he didn’t seem to be responding either.

“You’re implying that…” he trailed off, looking for any sort of reconfort in his dad’s eyes. You quickly brought a hand over to squeeze his own, despite not knowing what he was so afraid of, your mate was clearly distressed and you couldn’t just stand there and watch him be. His ears flattened at your contact, his features softening slightly as he looked back on you.

The sound of Lo’ak fake gagging from behind of you threw everyone out of whatever state Neytiri’s words had casted over you all, and he thanked his brother in some way.

“She doesn’t have to, we'll discuss it later on.” Jake tried to soothe his son’s nerves, casting a warning look towards Neytiri so she does not open her mouth and frighten their eldest son once more. He knew that things were already stressful upon Neteyam’s shoulder, as they had always been, and he did not wish to stress his son furthermore on a day that he’s supposed to be enjoying.

Nevertheless, breakfast was spent basking in the warmth of your now in-law family’s tent in the arms of your husband. You didn’t know what Neteyam was fearing so bad but you told yourself that you didn’t need to know for now, it could be discussed later on, as Jake had let it be known.

For now, all you could be focused on was the piping hot meal that was served to you and Neteyam. He was clad in one of his best outfits, one that covered his torso fully, but he didn’t need to be half-bare to still be outstanding. You grabbed one of the teylu from your own plate, bringing it towards Neteyam as he looked at you in suspicion.

“Cmon it’s going to fall!” you urged your mate, wiggling the worm before his face as though he was a puppy looking for a reward. Neteyam rolled his eyes playfully at your antics, opening his mouth as you shoved the teylu straight into his mouth. He gagged from surprise at first, his eyes widening at the dirty trick that you had played on him. Oh that’s how you were deciding to play? Then he could play that game too.

Your ears flattened as you noticed him placing his wooden platter down, urging his body towards yours as he stood up. Eywa, you didn’t even have the time to put your own plate down as he ran after you, chasing you throughout the whole camp. Both of your laughter resonated around the camp and Mo’at watched from afar with pride at how far the both of you had reached.

It didn’t take you both a lot of running and jumping to dodge a bunch of sitting logs before you had ran across a certain silent girl that you had learnt to be fond of. You stopped abruptly in your tracks, sending Neteyam nearly running into you. His arms caged your waist as he was sent to a sudden stop, holding your platter quickly in his hands before you could drop it.

The incredulous look that he had on his face was like a reward and you leant forward to give him a quick peck on his cheeks as if asking for forgiveness.

“I was looking for the both of you, I see you have finally found each other,” Zeppi said, a deep meaning in the simple words that she had spoken to the both of you. Her voice cut both of you off from whatever sappy romantic gesture that was going on. You eyed your best friend besides her, and you noticed how her eyes kept on flickering back and forth towards the taller girl besides her.

Zuko, and how could you forget her. The girl that had taught you how to see without words. The same girl that had helped you when you were in desperate need and now the same exact girl that you had made your own personal mission in helping.

Helping her because Eywa were both oblivious. Standing in front of them was like standing before two awkward teens that had just confessed to each other, but that didn’t know what else was to ensure.

God and it was painful to watch too, you couldn’t even imagine what it felt like to be any of them at that moment. Zuko was practically beaming purple as she looked at Zeppi, and you nudged your mate slightly in the stomach for him to look.

The mute girl smiled at you, hesisting to hug you as you made the first step. It had been so, so long since you had last seen your best friend, and she had missed you loads. She had been spending more time with the daughter of Tarsem as of recently, Zeppi. It helped her to come clear with her own feelings, and her heart no longer ached as she saw you happily bonded forever now with Neteyam.

Her heart sought someone else, stronger than it had for you. Because maybe she deemed that the both of you were soulmates, platonic soulmates. You were someone who had seen her when no one else did, and she had taught you to see in areas that you couldn’t. Though her feelings now fluttered for someone else, and she was sure of it.

“And I see that so have you,” Neteyam added, making the both women flustered at their oblivious states. You snickered slightly, happy that everyone rejoiced all at once. You had promised the both of them that once you were done and over with your new duties, that all of you would go ikran racing together once more. Neteyam was the cockiest, affirming that he’d win again, and they all laughed at the memory of Neteyam winning a race that he wasn’t even part of.

“What are you thinking about?” Neteyam’s voice startled you, nearly making you drop your songcord. The new bead that had been added marked the new life that was offered to you and Neteyam, and it made you sentimental just to think about it. You couldn’t give him a verbal answer just yet, because you were afraid that you would burst into tears in that overwhelmed state of yours.

It was getting late at night, and the both of you had already moved all of your belongings into your new hut. Well all of Neteyam’s belongings, given that you had yet to go and fetch your things from the lab yet. The soft sounds of the crickets filled the void of noise between the both of you, filling in the comfortable silence. The only lights surrounding you both came from the soft moonlight, and your luminous freckles shone beautifully across your faces.

You patted the grassy spot next to you, and Neteyam wasted no time getting seated besides you. His arm wrapped itself around your shoulders, bringing your head to lay comfortably against him. His nose scrunched up at the sweet smell of your perfume, one that you had made from crushing some sun lilies together into a liquid that you’d apply to your skin with your fingers. He felt so relaxed in your presence, like he was allowed to lay his guard down at anytime that you were near.

He found comfort in you, being the person that he goes to everytime he feels like being vulnerable. And it worked in both ways, because that’s what being mated is like.

You both had the life that you dreamed of and now your shared hut was awaiting your presence for the first night. It felt like a dream because you had never imagined that one day you’d finally be able to be freely happy with Neteyam. For as long as you remember, there always had to be some na’vi up your ass or trying to mess with your relationship and now that those times were over, you just felt so content.

Content that Neteyam and you were getting the happy ending that you both deserved and content for the people that had helped you earn this life. You wouldn’t forget to go check up on Norm and Max tomorrow morning to let them catch up on everything, because they were family to you.

You felt Neteyam’s calloused hands grip onto your chin, bringing you out of your daze. His eyes were full of love as he stared down at you, and just a year ago his stare would’ve been filled with annoyance or even distaste. The broken promises that he had once made to you were now granted but he had yet to make the biggest one yet. Though as you sit before each other, hearts full of adoration and futures empty for the both of you to write, he just can’t help but say it to you.

“I promise to always give you all of my love.” Neteyam said, before crashing the both of your lips together in a passionate kiss. Your hands slivered over the back of his neck as you held him close to you, like he would disappear if you let go. There were little things that you both knew on this gigantic planet and you were still both so young, but the night was just as young and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with the man that had changed your life. For the better.

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Call Me Luna

(Stray Kids x Reader)

Chapter 3

2,855 Words

A/N: New Chap let’s gooooo! As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated and lmk what y’all think!💞

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Well. This was unexpected.

You were prepared to deal with the excitement of working closely with members of an internationally well-known band and all that that would entail. Really, you had finally made peace with that.

But. Stray Kids.

What the hell.

Your brain was flooding and the only thing keeping you afloat was Kwang-sun’s voice sounding once again from the front of the room.

“I will give you ten minutes to look over your clients’ files and then you will meet up with their respective managers. I look forward to working with you all.”

And with that, he left.

The two clipboard people, however, remained standing where they had been for the entirety of the day, aside from what you assumed to be their lunch break. Your feet hurt just by looking at them.

You turned back to the table. Each of the other caretakers were looking through their files and they seemed to make mental notes.

While looking at them, you began to wonder why each person was assigned to each group. It wasn’t by gender and it couldn’t have been by age because while Jae was the oldest and got assigned TWICE, Stray Kids was the second oldest band in those five and you were the youngest of the caretakers.

After a couple minutes of drifting off into those thoughts, you realized that you should probably look at the file.

Opening it, you saw the first page showing a profile of the oldest three members.

BANG CHAN - Alpha

SCENT - Eucalyptus

RUT NOTES - very possessive, sometimes aggressively so, good to have at least two members with him at all times but not Lee Know and Changbin at the same time or he will get aggressively anxious about the young ones, likes to wear things scented by all the members, prefers to stay in his dorm, will eat a lot

LEE KNOW - Alpha

SCENT - Caramel

RUT NOTES - doesn’t like wearing clothes so keep him in the dorm with no surprise visitors, likes to mark up anyone but especially the younger members, not particularly possessive but more aggressive than usual when members don’t do as he says

CHANGBIN - Alpha

SCENT - Cooking spices

RUT NOTES - gets especially bad headaches, likes to cuddle with the omegas and betas, will eat a lot, likes other members to wear his clothes

All of this information looked rather typical to you, so you turned the page to see the next members.

HYUNJIN - Omega

SCENT - Coffee

HEAT NOTES - gets especially bad cramps, keep a lot of heating pads and warm water packs in dorm, not particularly protective of nests, will usually nest in common room and everyone is welcome in

HAN - Beta

SCENT - Chocolate

SLIP NOTES - sense of smell increases, likes clinging to the members, will mimic nesting

FELIX - Omega

SCENT - Lemon dessert

HEAT NOTES - very protective of his nests, will only build them in his room and no one is allowed in until he invites them, likes to cling to alphas outside of the nest

You frowned at the use of the word “mimic” in Han’s profile. Even if he wasn’t an omega, nesting was nesting and if it made him feel better, what did it matter?

You shook your head. As long as it’s just in a random file that won’t even tell you all of the details, it can’t cause that much harm, right?

You turned the page again.

SEUNGMIN - Beta

SCENT - Mint

SLIP NOTES - doesn’t like touching people or interacting

Well now that was almost too much information, you thought sarcastically.

I.N - Alpha

SCENT - Toast

RUT NOTES - doesn’t have regular ruts yet, they are seemingly random and unexpected, is particularly possessive over Felix and Seungmin, will get aggressive if anyone else gets too close

Before you could think any more deeply about the profiles, Jisu from earlier entered and brought three others with her.

She smiled before addressing everyone. “Hello, my name is Jisu, you might remember me from before. My colleagues and I are here to escort you to your meetings with your band’s managers. Jae, Ha-Eun will take you,” she gestured to a short alpha woman, “Saira, Ja-Young will take you,” this time, a curvy beta stepped forward, “Millie, Jung will take you,” now it was a tall beta man. Then she turned to smile at you and you noticed her cat-like eyes for the first time. “Y/N and Justin will be with me.”

You each gathered up your file and the rest of your things before following your guides out of the room.

The clipboard people came out as well and followed you, Jisu, and Justin.

Oh god, they don’t think I’m a threat, do they? You shook the thought from your head. I am probably one of the least threatening people in this building. They could just drop me off in a random room and I would be helpless because I wouldn’t know my way out of the building.

You walked for about five minutes before you came to a stop before a door and Jisu told Justin that his meeting was in that room. He went inside and one of the clipboard people, the beta, followed him in.

Then, Jisu turned to look at you with her cat eyes, looking you up and down before turning around and strutting away. “This way, Y/N!”

You scrambled to follow her, the clipboard person keeping you in between the two of them.

When you had gotten close to Jisu and settled at her pace, you turned to the clipboard person. “Hi, sorry, what’s your name?”

He looked startled. “My name is Chang-ho.”

You smiled at him. “It’s nice to meet you. What do you do?”

He blinked a couple times, then looked at Jisu and back at you. “I usually help the screening process for new hires.”

You frowned a bit. “Am I still being screened?”

Before you could hear his answer, Jisu whipped around and smiled at you. “Here is the room you will be meeting your band’s manager, Y/N. I hope you will fit well in our company. It would be nice to see you again.” Her cat eyes gleamed as you passed her, in a way that was both unsettling and slightly attractive.

Entering the room, you saw a large desk with one nice leather chair behind it and three much less comfy-looking chairs in front. Choosing the middle of the three seats, you watched as Chang-ho grabbed the left one and dragged it to the back of the room before settling in.

You were about to ask him what he meant earlier about the screening process but you were interrupted by a new presence.

The man had an average height and build and had what you could tell was an expensive haircut. He wore special extra-strength scent blockers so you didn’t know his secondary gender. Nothing really stood out about him, but he had a nice smile.

“Hello, Y/N, my name is Cho Ha-Joon, manager of Stray Kids. I look forward to working with you.”

After exchanging pleasantries, you both sat down and he pulled out a similar file to the one you still had. “So,” he started, “any immediate concerns about what your job will be entailing?”

You remembered what the file had said and decided your first priority. “Do you really not have a specialized nesting space?”

Ha-Joon’s eyebrows furrowed. “The omegas nest in their rooms or in the dorm’s common room. Is there really a need for something more?”

You hummed thoughtfully before responding. “Yes, I think there is, especially because in the Stray Kids dorm arrangements, the two omegas are kept separate. I think it would be more beneficial for them to have a combined space.”

Just then, the door opened. Expecting Jisu again or maybe another clipboard person, you sat patiently until Ha-Joon could respond.

Then Bang Chan walked in.

“Hello, Ha-Joon, I just wanted to let you know-”

He cut himself off when he caught sight of you, just releasing a breathy “oh”.

He was wearing a slightly askew beanie with a few curls poking out along with a black sweatshirt and black basketball shorts. Classic Chan outfit, you thought. And then your brain promptly shut down.

After a few seconds of just staring at each other, Chan seemed to snap out of it, and cleared his throat. “I am so sorry, please forgive me, I didn’t know that there was a meeting going on.”

Ha-Joon just waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, it would be nice to have you anyway. Are you busy?”

Chan shook his head. “Ah, no I was actually coming here to tell you that the boys are heading home a bit early. They were a bit excited about the new caretaker and couldn’t focus so Lino got fed up and ended practice.” The entire time he spoke, he kept glancing back at you. “I was just going to head to my studio and get some work done but if you want me here, I’ll gladly stay.”

Ha-Joon nodded. “Of course! Speaking of the new caretaker…”

You stood up and bowed quickly. “Hello, my name is Y/N and I will be the new caretaker for your band. I look forward to working with you!”

You mentally patted yourself on the back for not going into cardiac arrest.

Chan smiled and bowed back at you. “Hello, I’m Chan and I look forward to working with you as well.”

You tore your eyes from his right dimple when Ha-Joon cleared his throat. “What were we talking about again?”

The three of you sat down, Chan taking the remaining seat at your side.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, thankful that Chan was also wearing heavy duty scent blockers. If you were able to smell him, you might have fainted.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you tried your best to recall the earlier conversation. “We were talking about a combined space for the omegas to nest.”

“Ah, yes.” Ha-joon nodded. Then he turned to Chan. “Let me know if you have any input on behalf of your members, alright?” At Chan’s nod, he started up again. “We were planning on changing the dorm arrangements, one with the four alphas and one with the betas and omegas. We would buy a new space in order to give you your own room with the omega and beta group. The boys would have to move, but they will get used to it.”

Out the corner of your eye, you could see Chan’s head tilt in confusion. Did he not know about the plan to change the living arrangements?

You frowned. “While that could work, I truly think it would be more beneficial to leave the boys in the dorms as they are and allow me to rent my own space. Acquiring a caretaker is already a big change, I don’t want to force them into anything more. Plus, I think having my own apartment would be beneficial not only for myself, but for the band as well. That way, no one feels like they’re being smothered by me, they can come and go as they choose if they need me or just want to get away, and I would like my own space for my heats until I feel comfortable enough with the band. Also, while most caretakers do tend to focus on omegas, it’s important to not prioritize one’s mental health over another’s based on their secondary gender. I hope that each and every member of Stray Kids will feel comfortable coming to me when they need to.”

You could feel Chan’s gaze on you, but tried to ignore it in favor of being taken seriously.

When Ha-Joon seemed to be considering it, Chan stepped in. “I also think the boys would prefer keeping the living arrangements as they are. We move between each dorm so freely anyway, there would really be no point in making a huge deal by moving. Plus, I like Y/N’s idea of a shared omega space. Felix and Hyunjin like to nest together but it’s a bit of a hassle to move all the right blankets and pillows and stuffed animals from one dorm to the other when they want to.”

Fuck. Your name sounds good in his voice.

Double fuck. He’s supporting your thoughts and putting his band mates first.

How were you supposed to work with this guy when everything he does makes you want to eat him?

Nervously fidgeting with the edge of your own scent blockers, you hoped that despite the lesser quality, no one would be able to smell how much you were mentally drooling. Thankfully, it was company policy to provide the heavy duty scent blockers for employees that worked closely with idols, so hopefully you would be receiving some soon.

After a few moments of deliberation, Ha-Joon looked down at his papers and wrote something down. “You both bring up good points. I’ll talk to Kwang-sun and see if we can decide what the best course of action is.”

Looking back up at you, he said, “Y/N, it was great meeting you but I’m afraid we’ve run out of time. Here is my card, and please email me if you have any questions.”

Taking the card he offered, you stood up and bowed at him. “Thank you so much for everything, I look forward to working with you!”

Turning to Chan, you felt your breath hitch.

He stood up as well, and you both bowed at each other before he clasped one of your hands with both of his. “I’m really excited to get to know you, Y/N, and so are the rest of the boys.”

Trying not to melt, you did your best to respond. “Yes, I can’t wait to meet them! I really hope you’ll all like me.”

His smile honestly could have blinded you. “I know we will! It was great talking to you, see you tomorrow!”

Tomorrow? You were seeing him again tomorrow? Did that include the rest of the boys as well?

Just then, Jisu walked in. She looked a bit surprised at Chan’s presence, but she recovered quickly, smiling at you. “The car is waiting to take you back to your hotel, Y/N. Are you ready?”

Saying your final goodbyes, you followed her back out of the room and down the hall. Realizing that at some point, Chang-ho had left, you decided to ask her about that.

She frowned. “Chang-ho? Oh, yes, he was there monitoring you while Justin was also being watched because we were on the fence about who to assign to which group.”

When you stopped walking, she turned around and looked directly into your eyes. “Both Stray Kids and ITZY wanted you as their first choice, Y/N.”

Wait. What?

Two globally famous bands wanted to hire you as their caretaker? And they chose you themselves instead of the company choosing for them? They specifically wanted you?

At your obvious surprise, Jisu just shrugged and turned back around. “I suppose your resume must have been impressive.”

Instead of going crazy because what the fuck, you decided to focus on one question circling your thoughts. “Okay, so why was I chosen to be assigned to Stray Kids instead of ITZY?”

You could see her press her lips together before she answered. “I don’t know exactly, I wasn’t too involved in the process, but I would guess it’s because you have more credits that they trusted you with more people.”

Another question surfaced. “Wait, I thought you were just here to escort us around and make sure we all got where we needed to be, but you seem to know a lot about this. What exactly is it that you do?”

You could see her eyes flicker over to you before she looked straight ahead again. “I also studied to be a caretaker for a few months when I was younger. But then, I decided I wanted to be more on the business side of things. They have me working as an assistant manager but because of my background, they use me as sort of a liaison between the management and the caretaking departments.”

By now, you had arrived outside and in front of the car. You turned back to Jisu. “I hope we get to spend some more time together then, Jisu.”

Her eyes widened a bit before she smiled. “Yes,” she purred, “I hope we do too.”

By the time you got back to your hotel room and all cleaned up, putting on a loose top and old sweatpants, it was dark out.

You decided to order room service and while you waited for your food, you wrote down everything you could think of that you wanted to talk to the company about.

Finally, you heard a knock on your door.

Since you were expecting room service, you didn’t look through the peephole and just swung the door open abruptly.

The person at your door was not room service.

“Uh,” Chan smiled and gave a tiny wave. “Hi.”

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A/N: What’s this? An interaction with Chan? And now he’s showing up at your hotel room? Ehhhhhhhh?

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roarriita · 1 year

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roommates - ellie williams (7)

fem!reader x elliewilliams!

part six, here

content warning: explicit language, sexual thoughts & acts, reader has parental issues

// initial summary: the day after you officially moved into your new college dorm, you decide to take a look around the school, getting familiar to the clubs that they have to offer as well as the libraries, classes and cafeteria. you come back to your dorm in hopes of taking a shower and sitting in quiet solitude, but your plans are disrupted by your new roommate moving in… ellie williams. //

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“10/10.” you practically devoured the deep-friend oreos that were in front of you. “they put their whole heart and soul into these greasy ass cookies.”

ellie chuckled at your ‘greasy ass cookies’ comment. “couldn’t agree more.”

after you were done, you took a couple of sips of your slurpee and stared at the girl across from you. it was dark out now, the only thing lighting up the scenery were the rides, stands and tall post lights. ellie has made today feel like a dream. you guys did in fact go on every ride, even when ellie wanted to coward out, she still went for the sake of watching you glow with excitement.

“thanks for today, el.” you said as she was midway through her oreos. “i needed it.”

she looked at you with a cheeky smile. “no problem. i hated seeing you so down earlier. people like you don’t deserve to feel like that.”

“so don’t people like you.” you reminded her. “if you don’t mind me asking, whatever happened to kat? haven’t heard from her in awhile.”

ellie’s smile dropped. “um, i got a restraining order against her like the week after she showed up at our dorm. my dad suggested it’d be for the best. kat had always been sort of a loose cannon, better to be safe than sorry.”

your tongue cleaned the food stuck in your teeth as you thought about what ellie said. “i’m proud of you. that must’ve been really hard, especially considering the amount of time you and kat were together.”

“yeah, it was…” ellie nodded, the sounds of others excited chatter and rollarcoasters swooshing around filled the empty space of silence between the two of you.

“i- um- earlier, when i was upset,-“ you tried finding the words to be open with her in the way she’s been open with you. “my mom called me a few days ago telling me that my dad was back in town and he wanted to see me. understand that my dad wasn’t really there for me growing up, he left when i was fairly young for some ‘woman’ who was barely legal. and even when he was there, he wasn’t the greatest father.”

ellie’s eyes didn’t leave yours. she wanted to take in all that you had to share as this was the first time you’ve ever really talked about your family. “sure, he would spoil me rotten and shower me with love, but only when he felt like it. when he would get angry, all he would see was red. there’d be times when i’d pretend to be asleep when my parents would fight. they were so loud, so angry and so terrifying to hear as a 5-year-old little girl.” ellie thought about how you reacted when she told you about kat. you were so understanding and so gentle with her. you didn’t push her for answers or lash out on her when she froze up.

“i mean, they still are, 13 years later, at the ripe age of 18.” you corrected yourself as your eyes watered. “that shit still haunts me, and for some reason my mom just wants me to get over it and visit ‘home’ before winter break, or more like visit before my father has to go back to his other family and spend christmas with them.”

ellie got up from her seat and moved to sit beside you. she was never really good with words and decided to bite back her tongue, not wanting to risk saying something stupid. instead, she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close. you faintly smiled into her shirt as you hugged her waist.

once she was able to find what she hoped would be the rights words, she spoke. “i’m sorry about your dad.” ellie then placed a kiss on top of your head. “he doesn’t deserve to see who you’ve become.”

your smile grew as you wiped away your tears. you pulled away to look into ellie’s comforting dark green eyes. your eyes trailed over to the mini painting of a tiger on ellie’s cheek. you drew a thumb over it as you cupped her face. “how do you do that?”

“do what?” ellie asked, slightly leaning into your hand.

“how do you make me feel so safe and loved?” you asked. “how do you do that?”

ellie shrugged with a crooked smile. “i’ve been told i'm a lot like my dad, and he's always been really good at making me feel that way. i guess that’s where i get it from.”

you chuckled and pulled your hand away. “yeah, maybe that’s what it is. though, i would have to meet your dad to actually confirm this.”

“oh, my dad would love you.” she said.

“really?” you asked.

“yeah, trust me.” ellie brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, 'forgetting' to mention the fact that she’s already told joel all about her roommate and that he already loved her. you smiled, feeling very flattered. “but come on, the carnivals about to close and i want to try to win that big ass stuffed rocket ship.”

you grabbed yours and ellie’s trash and threw it in one of the garbage cans on your way to the stand. the game seemed simple enough, you had 10 rings with 5 bottles in front of you. in order to win the big stuffed rocket ship, you’d have to throw a ring around each bottle with the 10 that you received. unfortunately, for ellie, things were not panning out as she hoped. “what the fuck, man? i played volleyball in high school so i know my aim isn’t shit.”

“let me try.” you grabbed the ten rings from her hand and tried remembering a technique an old friend taught you. you took a deep breath in and out as you closed one eye. the key was to throw the rings slowly and slightly off the center of the bottle. you faintly flicked your wrist a few times before carefully and slowly throwing the ring. “yay!” you cheered as it landed.

“one down, four to go.” the host at the stand said. “don’t get too excited.”

ellie gave the man a dirty look for trying to rain down on your parade. “yeah, okay sunshine.” she snarked.

you smiled at her comment before successfully doing it again. the host just rolled his eyes and wished to be eating a corn dog instead of listening to the preppy cheers that escaped your lips.

you got more anxious as you successfully landed it again, ellie usually failed after the two-bottle mark so now the pressure was really on. the fourth try, you missed, making the host smirk. he only had that one life sized rocket ship, which was the main attraction to his stand. no way did he want you winning it. you tried again and to no avail, failed.

ellie, just as excited and nervous as you were, placed her hands on your shoulders. she pushed her lips against the side of your ear and whispered words of encouragement to you. “you got this, (y/n). you’re so close, like it’s literally right there. the rocket is yours, just focus.”

your heartbeat was racing at how close she was and how warm her breath felt against your ear. needing to see those piercing green eyes that filled you with an immense amount of love, you turned your neck to face her. your faces were barely an inch away from each other. your eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips before placing a kiss on her cheek.

were friends allowed to kiss each other on the cheek? if not, i don’t really care. you thought to yourself.

a wave of electricity shot from ellie’s cheek, and a slight smirk overtook her lips when you turned back to the bottles. with the thought of wanting to win the stuffed toy for ellie, you were able to successfully land a ring around the fourth bottle. the game host gulped the lump in his throat, praying to whatever god he believed in that you would, eventually, fail miserably.

ellie happily wrapped her arms around your waist and dug her face in the crock of your neck. “one more, (y/n).” you chuckled at how giddy ellie was. “one more and that rocket ship is yours.”

your next two tries went horrible as you failed. ellie’s arms wrapped around you tighter as she decided to return the kiss you gave her on the cheek by placing one at the bottom of your neck. “just breathe.” she whispered. the kiss she left you and the heat of her breath against your skin was enough to help you relax. you took a long and deep breath in and then out as you focused your aim. with a single slow and careful flick, the ring successfully landed on the last bottle.

you excitedly turned to ellie and wrapped your arms around her neck and just like a cheesy 2000s movie, she lifted you off the ground and spun you in circles. the game host face palmed at the realization of someone beating his game and winning the rocket ship.

“that’s my girl.” ellie smiled as she placed you back down.

my girl the phrase bounced around your head like a racket on the tennis court. when you turned around to look at the game host, you smiled proudly. “one human sized rocket ship please!”

with much to his dismay, the game host detached the stuffed toy from it’s hook and handed it to you. you gave the toy a slight squeeze before turning around to face an equally, but probably even more, excited ellie. “here.” you held out the rocket ship.

“what? for me?” ellie asked.

“duh, for you.” a chuckle left your mouth. “i couldn’t have done this without my cheerleader.”

ellie took the toy and laughed. “isn’t she just the best?” ellie snarkingly asked the game host.

he just rolled his eyes and turned around to set back up his game. ellie wrapped an arm around your neck and pulled you closer as the two of you began walking away. “no, but seriously, you’re like my favorite person in the world right now.”

your arms snaked around her waist as you looked up at her with a toothy smile. “i feel so honored.”

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you and ellie were now back in your dorm. you had both already showered and changed into your most comfortable set of pajamas while the big rocket ship sat tall in between you and ellie.

"i love the rocket ship but i need to find a new place for it." you heard ellie say as she got up. "i hate how i can't see your face."

"awh," you teased her. "you love me."

"probably." ellie half-heartedly joked. the auburn-haired girl was able to make space in between her desk and dresser for the stuffed toy.

once she got back in bed and faced you, it still did not feel like enough. she sighed annoyingly, wanting to so desperately feel your arms around her again. "is something wrong?" you asked.

"no." she said in an unconvincing tone.

you furrowed your eyebrows. "ellie..." your dragged out the last 'e' in her name.

"forget about it, (y/n), it's not that big of a deal." ellie shrugged off. "just go to sleep."

it's not that big of a deal, my ass. you thought to yourself. she clearly felt bothered by something and you being you, could not let it go. "ellie." you whispered. her eyes were closed and you wondered weather the girl had already fallen asleep. "ellie." you whispered again

ellie sighed annoyingly as she turned around so her back was facing you. you were making this a lot harder than it had to be for her. "rude." you muttered. you tried going to sleep, but couldn't as your brain nagged you with thoughts of how ellie might be feeling.

without giving it much thought, you got out of bed and laid beside ellie. a smile crept up on the girl's lips when she felt the bed dip and you get under the covers. instinctively, you turned to your side to spoon your roommate. "can't ignore me like this." your cool and minty breath against her neck, sent shivers down her spine. you noticed and bit back a smirk.

she turned around to face you and wrapped her own arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her. she smirked as she did so. realizing this is what she wanted, you chuckled. "this is what you were making a big deal out of?" your faces were just centimeters away; the closeness made your stomach feel as if you were still on a roller-coaster. "you could've just asked me."

ellie's heartbeat quickened as she tried everything in her power to resist closing the small gap that lingered so delicately between the two of you. her hand slid under your shirt. she started drawing small circles on your back with her thumb. "would you have said yes?"

your hand fisted a handful of her shirt as you shimmed a knee in between her legs. this was you’re way of compensating over the fact that you couldn't kiss her as she gently brushed her thumb over your chilled and exposed skin. "good point." your chest felt heavy as you leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. you then nuzzled your face below her chin. "goodnight, ellie."

"goodnight, (y/n)." she said before grabbing your hip and pulling you closer.

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part eight, here

// authors note: how are we feeling about this? be honest. i personally love it, writing the tension was so much fun, especially the cuddling scene. ugh, so cute. i went back and fourth with writing the parental issues since i understand not everyone will be able to relate but i really wanted to give (y/n) more depth so i decided to add that in. if you really don’t like it, i don’t mind you pretending like (y/n) shared something entirely different instead of the parental issues. it’s your imagination, go crazy!! anyway, i hope you guys are having a great day and if not i am sending my best wishes! //

#ellie williams fanfic #tlou #ellie williams #tlou2 #college ellie!#ellie williams au #elliexreader #fluff #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem!reamder #angst #tension

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pigeonpeach · 1 month

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Love Blooms within the Desert

Aka eremite reader x nilou

Contains: stalking? (Might not be classified as that because its not really creepy or malicious maybe?) pining, fluff. Gender neutral reader

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 the end

A/n Inspiration struck me randomly so i must go with it

The desert is boring. Inbetween your trips and escorts are you often spending alot of time just in the sand doing nothing. Dancing is a common practice amongst tribes to pass the time and lighten the mood. Although you have never had the race and balance for it. You liked watching people dance instead. You had escorted a few merchants across the desert and thus were making your way back to the main central hub for eremites where you would escort another person. Unfortunately your tribe was content with sleeping off the exhaustion instead of any fun card games or dances. You never had the gut to ask, worried your tough exterior might crack. So you headed to the nearest oasis, the intention was just to bathe a little.

The night was beautiful, the stars were on full view with not a cloud in sight. Its as if there was just a blue filter over the desert with how well lit it was. So you quickly saw the figure of the dancing lady in the oasis. You stopped. If it was a fellow eremite you might be in trouble. Territorial disputes, or just adrenaline junkies were common. You weren’t good at negotiations. Come to think of it, you really weren’t good at much aside from strength related activities, and cooking. Hunting in the desert was a pain, scorpion meat wasn’t tasty so spices and marinades was your way of keeping sane and disguising any sneaky sand particles.

But her dance wasn’t similar to most you had seen. Nor were there others eremites around. It wasn’t impossible. Unfortunately sometimes eremites would be the last ones standing in their tribe, you had met a young girl named Jeht who was attracted by your cooking. You shared with her because you were full anyways, your tribe didn’t like that particular experimental marinade you came up with. So she ate her fill, telling you about her father and mothers passing. How she was looking for Babel, you wished her well and pointed to where you thought she was.

Looking at her closer now however you don’t think she’s a eremite. Actually she kind of looked like a goddess of sorts. Long flowy fabrics, her headdress, her movements were so graceful and serene. She danced to the melody of the night, of the nearby birds that chirped and the loud bugs. Her red hair flowed beautifully as she danced in a shallow part of the oasis, letting the water cool her feet. You knew it was wrong to just… watch someone but.. you couldn’t help it. You sat behind one of the bended palm trees and watched closely.

She was humming. A tune you didn’t know. But it was beautiful to watch. Her face was focused, she seemed.. stressed actually. Sweat dripped down her forehead. Before her eyes suddenly landed on you. A shock was evident as you quickly stood up and backed away.

“S-sorry.. just wanted some.. water..” you said, leaving your claymore in the ground as you cautiously approached the water from the other end. Purposely putting distance between you two in hopes she wouldn’t run off.

“O-oh that’s quite fine. Ah i didn’t mean to pollute the water with my uh… feet.. i just was walking for so long on the hot sand that i uh…”

“Don’t worry I’m not drinking it.” You said a little weirded out by that thought, water is water, so long as its safe you would drink it. But she probably had a different opinion of cleanliness.

“Oh okay..” silence fell between you as you took the opportunity to wash your hair. Cupping the water and drenching your face and hair in it. Temporarily did you remove your mask. Making her cover her mouth for a reason you weren’t sure about. “I.. i didn’t expect you to have such striking eyes. Sorry that must sound weird.”

“It doesn’t really. I’ve gotten weirder comments from people.” You say. You shake off the rest of the water. You would have a proper shower back at the main city, but for now you had to do with this. “So, what is your profession?”

“H-hm? Oh right. I’m Nilou, a dancer for the Zubayr Theatre. We put on lots of performances. My most recent performance was supposed to be about a desert girl so I figured it might help to actually go to the desert. I came later but it was still so hot.” She giggled awkwardly. You sat down, the water soaking your shoes.

“That sounds lovely. Eremites do have their own dances but it really isn’t as intricate as yours. But i think it helps to actually see the desert.” You paused trying to come up with a conversation topic to continue.”You know, not many people in Sumeru actually ever come here. they’re too intimidated by the gangs and hot sand and scorpions. I can’t blame them too much but they’re really missing out.”

“really?” She seemed intrigued.

“Well.. i think that’s just kind of like life you know, you gotta fight bad guys, conquer the environment and you get rewarded with sights like this, the cloudless night with endless stars, the oasis’s. Not to mention the foxes.” She smiled at that.

“Oh yes the foxes! They’re so cute but so skiddish. I wish I could pet one.” She sighed.

“Sometimes they actually come near me. Well only this specific family near Aaru village. I fed them a few times and so they’re more comfortable around me. Truth be told they aren’t optimal for meat or food so i hardly ever do try to hurt them.” She seemed a little startled by that concept, likely envisioning a cruel fate for such cute critters at your hands. You felt a embarrassed by that thought. “Not that i ever have eaten one. Scorpions are better food. They hardly ever hide and they provide alot of meat. They have a texture i’d compare to liek… lobster maybe?”

“Oh. I didn’t know they were edible.” She seemed less weirded out. ‘Wait why are you so eager to impress this lady anyway?’ “Although that does sound a little bit tasty.. i guess I should try it sometime.”

“Oh its great with a rosemary, boar fat, and sweet flower marinade with hara hara spice and minimal salt, oh you can pepper too.”

“Wow, is that recipe popular with eremites?” She asked curiously. You shook your head. Again embarrassed, most eremites looked at your weirdly when you showed that much interest in culinary passions. Although they didn’t complain or argue when you had something to show for it and for them to sample. You still felt embarrassed for culinary preferences to your potential weak spot. Getting spices and other flavors isn’t easy out here.

“Just me and my tribe. Mainly because of me.” You said. “I just can’t stand the same old things for too long. I find the process of concocting and working my surroundings to be quite relaxing. I don’t really know how to make much else that isn’t meaty.i hardly ever get vegetables.” You trailed on. She however seemed more comfortable, even sitting across from you.

“They must like you alot. In my troupe our chef is the most important one. You can’t work well on a empty stomach afterall.” She smiled.

“They tolerate it.” You paused as you decided not to divulge your tensions and issues with your tribe to a stranger. “Say, whats your favorite kind of dishes.” You asked curiously. She seemed to light up.

“Oh I simply love padisarah pudding, there’s also Tachin and sheermal!” You were however lost. You never had any puddings, tachin you had, but you were curious about these delicacies. A curiosity was peaked that you couldn’t satiate. Something pulling you now from your homelife right into her world. Into the forests, the city..

“I’ve never had padisarah pudding. Is it a dessert?” You asked. She nodded.

“Oh you should its lovely, if you ever come to sumeru city I’d love to treat you to some.” She smiled. Your embarrassment was different now, less of shame and now of.. confusion and surprise. You hadn’t had someone like her treat you so nicely, offering you what must be a bit pricey of a promise. She was only a dancer after all, her wages can’t be that good. But that offer sparked something in your stone heart. A crush? Love? Attraction? You bottles it away to deal with later.

“Maybe I will. My tribe and I are heading back in the morning actually. Are you going to the Caravan Ribat tomorrow?” You asked.

“Ah i am. But its okay I can go by myself. I don’t want to burden your tribe out of nowhere.”

“I insist. Its not too safe and… well.. i don’t mean to be mean or rude but your outfit might lure.. robbers and such. I’d be happy to accompany you alone if you would feel safer like that.” You said. ‘Whats wrong with you? Why are you insistent on making sure she’s safe now?’

“Well if you insist. I guess I should’ve thought about a plan to go back.. actually… if you don’t mind… could I sleep near your camp or.. in it maybe? I’m worried about sandstorms coming now.” She seemed rather embarrassed.

“I’ll bring my tent over don’t worry.” You said. “I’ll be right back.” You said, leaving your claymore.

‘Gosh what has gotten into you! Usually you would charge for such but you’re offering a escort for completely free just because she indulged your culinary curiosity and was nice! Are you truly so depraved of affection that you would throw yourself at the feet of those stuck up Akademiya nuts? But she’s not in the Akademiya, she’s a dancer, you hear they hate the arts. If anything she’s more familiar with the adversity you face than you would think. Whatever. You’ll just walk to the Ribat and maybe spend the day with her for a change. You can get a break surely. At least to try that pudding and maybe even see her performance…’

You knew deep down that something else was blooming inside. Your heart nurtured a seed of interest that turned into something more romantic as you thought about Nilou more and more. Ignoring the looks of your fellow tribe members who just shrugged and went back to bed as you hauled the whole tent yourself. You knew however that chances of a successful relationship with a non eremite wouldn’t be in your favor. For your home is the sand and hers is the flowers. But.. it couldn’t hurt to indulge your curiosity. She probably doesn’t even reciprocate anyways.

Nilou meanwhile tried her damnest to fix her headdress and her hair. Hoping she wouldn’t look like a slob or improper lady infront of that attractive eremite.

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #nilou x reader #gender neutral reader #initially wanted to do fem reader #might do more of this #i know nilou isn’t a main focus with yall but i got inspired okay #fluff #pinning #might make more later

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Costume Party (Luke Patterson | Julie and the Phantoms)

Summary — There’s only one thing Luke wants to be for Halloween.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ A cute, fluffy (and late) Halloween piece; Luke being jealous, touchy, and desperate for attention; references to sex (but no smut); Reader can see and touch the phantoms because I don’t care about the rules.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 809. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her) and dresses up as Morticia Addams for Halloween (with makeup). ➳ Is this late? Yes. Do I care? No. Halloween is over when I say it’s over. ➳ Inspired by this post.

Being a ghost on Halloween initially sounded like a dream come true. Luke had made big plans to scare young trick-or-treaters, haunt Bobby’s mansion for the millionth time, or maybe even fool you into watching some horror movies.

However, he found himself doing nothing but standing in a corner at some party with Reggie and Alex. While his two friends seemed to be enjoying themselves, Luke’s arms were crossed and his lips were downturned into a perpetual frown. His eyes followed you as you danced with some boring, overconfident ball player.

You were clad in a black dress and dark makeup. The dim lights made your skin glow. The joyful smile on your face was almost ethereal.

And yet, here he was, sulking, because he didn’t have your undivided attention for one night of the year.

Luke was the only one without a costume. Instead, he had gone with his usual outfit of distressed jeans and a t-shirt. He supposed it didn’t really matter since most people at the party couldn’t see him anyway.

“Why’re ya so down, partner?” asked Reggie, adjusting a cowboy hat that was far too big for him.

Luke furrowed his eyebrows at his friend’s usage of a fake southern accent. He spared a glance at Alex, who was dressed as a vampire. The drummer simply shrugged and shook his head.

“I’m not ‘down’ about anything, Reg,” muttered Luke.

“Alex,” grinned Reggie, turning the blond, “why don’t ya help me understand what this cold-hearted snake is tryin’ to tell me?”

“Only if you stop talking like that,” scoffed Alex, and then he paused for a moment as Reggie raised his hands in surrender. “Luke is mad because he thought he’d get lucky tonight—”

“What?! That’s not true!” shrieked Luke. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but that’s not what this is about at all!”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right,” nodded Alex. “It’s because you’re jealous.”

“Okay,” scoffed Luke, growing more and more tired of the conversation. “I’m not jealous. I just... wanted to spend some time with her. Is that so terrible?”

“If that’s really what you wanted,” smirked Reggie, “then now is your chance.”

Luke’s attention snapped to the dancing crowd. You had left behind the ball player, who was now dancing with both Julie and Flynn.

Alex and Reggie shared an exasperated glance with one another when Luke quickly ditched them to follow you into the kitchen. Your back was turned to him as you poured yourself a drink. With a wide smile, Luke covered your eyes before he whispered, “Guess who, cara mia.”

You rolled your eyes, pushed away his hands, and laughed, “Very funny, Patterson.”

Luke’s hands fell to your hips. His chin came to rest on your shoulder and a pout made its appearance on his lips. Gently swaying, he said, “You make a great Morticia.”

“Be careful, Gomez,” you said, eyes still not meeting his as you step out of his hold to get some snacks. “If you keep talking to me like that, people might start getting ideas about us.”

The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“What’s so bad about that?”

You paused, holding a bag of chips in your hands and staring down at your paper plate. A small smile made its way onto your face. Luke always seemed to make comments like that. And every time, he’d shock you into an unexpected, flustered silence.

Turning to him, you held out the plate of snacks for him to share and quickly changed the subject, “Why didn’t you dress up? I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who isn’t wearing a costume.”

“I dressed up!” scoffed Luke.

He flushed when you ate a chip, looking him over with a judgmental expression, “As what?”

“A rock star,” he grinned, eyes widening dramatically as he moved to stand by your side and lean against the counter. “Besides, what does it matter? They can’t see me anyway.”

“Well, if they could see you,” you began, “what would you wanna be for Halloween?”

“Your boyfriend.”

Your eyes snapped from your plate to look at him. You had expected him to be staring back at you with that wide, amused smile of his, but it was nowhere to be seen. Instead, you were met with anxious eyes and Luke’s teeth biting his lower lip.

You quirked your lips, trying your best to contain your oncoming smile. Looking around the kitchen to avoid his gaze, you quietly muttered, “I think you’re already wearing that costume.”

Luke felt a grin spread across his face. His gaze followed your movements as you set aside your plate. You then disappeared out the back door of the house. As soon as you gave a motion for him to come along, he complied, checking over his shoulder to make sure there wouldn’t be any interruptions.

#2022 #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms imagine #julie and the phantoms imagines #julie and the phantoms x reader #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson imagines #luke patterson x reader #costume party

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friendly neighbors ~ joel miller;the last of us

word count: 4149

request?: no

description: in which a bond forms between him and his new neighbor; one that can last even through the apocalypse

pairing: pre- and post-outbreak joel miller x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of sarah’s death, joel and the reader shower together but it’s not completely sexual, but they do get very sexually flirty at the end

masterlist (one, two, three)

"There’s a moving truck outside.”

Sarah was stood in the window as Joel came down the steps, the curtains drawn back as she was very obviously staring at the people outside.

“Sarah, don’t be nosey,” he said. “C’mon, gotta get you to school.”

“She’s really pretty.”

Joel’s curiosity was piqued at Sarah’s comment. He couldn’t help but come up behind her to peer out the window.

A big, white moving truck took up most of the view. An older man was carrying a sizeable box off of the truck and towards the front door, where a young woman was speaking indistinctly to him. Sara was right, she was pretty. And now she was living right next door for Joel to see every single day.

Sarah pulled the curtain shut, snapping Joel out of his trance. She was giving him a knowing look before running up to her room to get her things for school. Joel had to resist the urge to look back out the window to see if the new neighbor was still out there.

They were just closing up the moving truck as the Millers exited the house. Sarah gave her father another look before turning to call out, “Hey! Welcome to the neighborhood!”

The new neighbor’s head turned towards them and Joel felt his breath being taken away. She was incredibly gorgeous, and when she smiled at them he felt like the entire world around them had melted away. He was so lost in his thoughts about her that he didn’t notice she was approaching until Sarah nudged him.

“Hi,” she said as she reached them. “I’m (Y/N). New to the neighborhood, as you could probably tell.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Joel said, shaking her hand. “I’m Joel, this is my daughter, Sarah.”

(Y/N) shook Sarah’s hand. Sarah commented, “You’re very pretty.”

Joel shot her a look, but (Y/N) just chuckled in response. “Thank you. So are you.”

“Is it just you over there?” Sarah asked.

“Sarah,” Joel muttered.

“Yeah, it’s just me. My dad over there is helping me move, but he won’t be staying.”

“You should come over for dinner,” Sarah offered. “Tonight. A welcome dinner to get to know your new neighbors.”

“Sarah!” Joel scolded. “Sorry, she’s...a little friendly.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “It’s alright. I appreciate the offer, but it’s a little short notice and I wouldn’t want to cause any issues for your parents.”

Sarah turned to look at Joel. He could see the devious look in her eyes, but also the look of hope. Joel loved his daughter very much, but she had a tendency to create little schemes in her head that involved Joel and any pretty, single woman within the general vicinity. She often told him it was because she wanted him to be happy after her mom had died, but Joel figured Sarah was longing for another woman to save her from the surging testosterone that was Joel and Tommy.

Most times, it was an embarrassing attempt that Joel would brush off and scold Sarah for. But this time, he was finding himself feeling more flustered than embarrassed. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find (Y/N) attractive, or if he said the idea of having her in his house didn’t excite him a little.

She was his new neighbor after all. It would only be right to invite her over to welcome her to the neighborhood.

“Tonight is a bit short notice,” Joel said. He saw Sarah’s face fall for a moment, until he added, “But maybe tomorrow night. If you don’t have any other plans, that is. And it would be just the three of us, if that’s alright with you.”

(Y/N) smiled, almost shyly. “I’m free tomorrow evening. That sounds more than alright to me.”

“We’ll see you then.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I’ll see you guys then.”

~~~~~~

Joel found himself thinking for the next two days about having (Y/N) over. It consumed his every waking second, and even when he fell asleep that night, he dreamt of her. Even Tommy noticed his absentmindedness, but Joel would be damned if he gave Tommy the opportunity to tease him, or to come over and ruin the night for him.

He got off work early that evening so he could start preparing for her arrival. Sarah had gotten home after school and started cleaning the place up. Joel could see the excitement and happiness on her face as she did, which was a very rare thing to see when a pre-teen is cleaning. He knew she was proud of herself for making this plan work. She certainly was not going to let him live this down if this all worked out.

Joel was trying to follow a recipe he had found online when a knock came at the door. “Sarah, can you get that?”

(Y/N)’s voice flowed into the kitchen, causing Joel’s heart to race. He mentally begged the oven, which he had tried to pre-heat nearly half an hour ago, to finally be ready.

“Something smells good.”

His heart skipped a beat as he turned to smile at (Y/N).

“You don’t have to lie,” he said. “Nothin’ is even cooking yet. It’s takin’ the oven forever to pre-heat.”

She was carrying a container in her hands with something that looked like food inside. She placed it on the counter next to Joel.

“I figured if you were making dinner, the least I could do is bring dessert,” she explained. She pulled the cover back to reveal the most mouth watering brownies.

“Oh, those look good,” Sarah commented, reaching around (Y/N) for a brownie.

“Hey, not before dinner,” Joel scolded.

“You’ve been trying to make dinner for an hour. I’m starving!”

Was it wrong to glare at your own kid?

“It’s the damn oven,” Joel muttered.

“Mind if I take a look?” (Y/N) asked.

Joel shrugged and gestured towards the oven. (Y/N) stepped around him and opened the oven, hovering her hand to test the heat of the oven the same way Joel had been doing. She closed the door and looked at the controls over the stove top. An amused smile crossed her face as she turned back to Joel.

“Ovens tend to heat up faster when you turn them on.”

Sarah chortled as embarrassment swelled in Joel’s chest.

“I swear I turned it on,” he said, trying to mask his embarrassment.

“Seems like you have to confirm the heat in order for the oven to turn on.” She pressed a couple buttons on the oven and it finally came to life. “Maybe we can have those brownies as an appetizer.”

Luckily, the oven mishap was the only hiccup in their evening. Everything else moved smoothly, much to Joel’s relief. The food was good and they kept up a good conversation in which they got to know (Y/N) better, and got to tell her a bit more about them. Joel noticed on more than one occasion how happy Sarah seemed during the visit, and he could feel that happiness inside him too.

After a brief argument over who should do the dishes, Joel and (Y/N) were in the kitchen washing up the dishes together while Sarah watched TV. (Y/N) washed while Joel dried and put them away. He tried not to be so obvious with his quick glances at her, but it was hard not to look. Even in the dim, nighttime lighting of his kitchen, she looked like the most beautiful woman in the world. He was really hoping that this could grow into something more than a friendly neighbor situation, but he knew he had to have patience. He couldn’t try to push anything after having known her for one day.

“Sarah’s a great kid,” (Y/N) said, breaking the silence between them. “You’re doing a great job of raising her.”

Joel smiled. “Thank you. She’s my world. I don’t know what I’d be doin’ if I didn’t have her.”

“I hope I can feel that sort of love for one of my own some day.”

Joel dared to ask the one question he had been dying to know all night. “Do you have anyone?”

She didn’t look at him as she shook her head, a sullen look on her face. “Actually, that’s kind of part of the reason I moved. I just...I had to get away from a pretty messy break up.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s okay. I mean, I was the one who asked about Sarah’s mom over dinner and brought the whole mood down. I don’t think you could top that.”

Joel couldn’t help but chuckle a little. When he had told (Y/N) that it would just be the three of them for dinner, she thought he meant that he and Sarah’s mom were divorced and asked about her. The horrified look on her face when Joel told her that Sarah’s mom had passed away was enough to put both him and Sarah into a fit of laughter.

“It was just a lot of drama between me and my ex, and I couldn’t bare to live so close to him anymore when he was still trying to cause drama after our breakup,” she explained. “So I moved a couple towns over. It sucks because I’m away from my parents now, but I needed to get out of there. It’s what was best for me.”

Joel wasn’t sure if she was explaining her situation to him, or trying to convince herself of it.

He put away the plate he had been drying and walked back over to her. He placed a hand lightly on her back. When she looked up at him, he had to remind himself not to get lost in her eyes. She was just so breathtaking. He hadn’t felt this way for someone in such a long time; since he first met Sarah’s mom, actually. That’s how he knew (Y/N) had to be someone special. He just hoped she would feel the same way.

“It’s hard to be away from your family, but it sounds like what you did was best for you,” he said. “They can always come visit, or you can go to them. Hopefully, in the time that you’re away, your ex will stop with his drama bullshit and you can feel safe and happy in your old hometown again.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. “You have a way with words, Joel.”

“It comes with the parental territory. You wake up one day and just know the right things to say to make someone smile.”

He lingered next to her for a moment longer. His hand was still on her back, placed between her shoulder blades where he could feel the heat from her body radiating outwards. He knew he should move away, but he felt stuck in place. She wasn’t uncomfortable or telling him to move, which certainly wasn’t deterring him from just standing there and looking down at her perfect face for a while longer.

He was taken by surprise when (Y/N) fully turned to him and leaned up to press her lips against his. It took a moment for his body to react to what was happening, but once it did it reacted instinctively. He brought his other hand around the small of her back to hold her to him. His lips moved perfectly in sync with hers as her still wet hand found their way around his neck, one cupping his face while the other wrapped around to hold him close.

They were so lost in one another that it wasn’t until they heard someone clear their throat that they broke apart and turned to see Sarah standing there, a knowing grin on her face.

“Just getting another brownie,” she said. She reached into the container to grab the last brownie before sauntering back to the living room. “As you guys were!”

Joel felt his face heating up and he and (Y/N) untangled from one another. She turned away from him and he worried about what she was going to say next.

“I’m sorry,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” Joel said. “It’s...It was fine. More than fine, actually. It...it was good.”

When she looked back, Joel could see that she looked more amused than embarrassed, like he expected she would. “Good is better than fine?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle as well. “It was better than both good and fine.”

“I don’t know what came over me. You were just so close, and you’re so nice and handsome, and you smell really good, and I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the moment I laid my eyes on you, which is totally inappropriate.” She cut herself off, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. “And now I’m rambling and I sound terribly insane.”

“You don’t sound insane,” he told her. “Actually, it’s very flatterin’ to hear that you’ve been thinking about kissin’ me all night.”

She gave him a hesitant look. “Really?”

“Considering the fact that I’ve been wanting to kiss you, too, yes it’s very flattering.”

Any last trace of embarrassment melted away as she looked at him. “You did?”

“Well, yeah, how could I not be thinkin’ that? You are probably the most beautiful woman that I have met in a long time, and you’ve got a beautiful personality to match it.”

She smiled, once again shyly, and turned away from him. Joel closed the space between them and placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. Her breathing changed then, and Joel had to admit that he loved knowing what exactly he was doing to her. He tried not to let himself get too cocky then, as he would probably take things a step further than kissing if he wasn’t careful.

“So,” he said, “what are we gonna do about this, then?”

“We get to know one another before we hop into anything serious,” (Y/N) said. “I think, considering our most recent dating history, that would probably be the best idea.”

Joel nodded. He could respect that. He didn’t expect (Y/N) to want to be in another relationship after what her ex had been putting her through.

“But let’s do that fast, because I really want to be kissing you again,” she added.

Joel chuckled and decided to oblige her request by leaning down to kiss her again.

~~~~~~

20 Years Later

Joel was helping Tommy with some construction on one of the town buildings when Maria and her party returned from their usual run. His and Tommy’s attention were drawn to the figure on the back of Maria’s horse. Very rarely did the party come back with actual people, the last time being when they took in Joel and Ellie. Neither of the men could get a good look at the person as they were covered in layers of clothing to keep warm and their head was nearly pressed against Maria’s back.

“I found someone,” she called to Tommy. He quickly began to approach her, Joel following behind. “There were a few infected that had broke through and attacked her. She would’ve been dead if it wasn’t for us.”

“Is she bit?” Tommy asked.

Maria shook her head. “She might need some food and water, though. I don’t know how long she’s been out around here, but she doesn’t have any supplies with her.”

Tommy extended his arms to help the woman off of Maria’s horse. Joel was a bit surprised when he saw her starting to move. He was sure she had been unconscious when Maria arrived.

She slowly slid off of the horse and landed on her feet, Tommy’s arms around her to help steady her. She mumbled a soft, “Thank you” to him and repeated it to Maria, who nodded in response. When she stood, Joel finally got a good look at her face, and he gasped.

“(Y/N).”

Her eyes found him, the same eyes he had gotten lost in 20 years ago in the kitchen of his old house. Her eyes widened when they landed on him. She slowly began to approach him.

“Joel?” she said. “Is it...is it really you?”

“It’s really me, (Y/N),” he said.

With his confirmation, she closed the gap between them and threw herself into his arms. Joel wrapped her into a tight hug, holding her to him and vowing to never let go. He could feel tears of happiness welling up in his eyes and, for the first time in a very long time, he allowed himself to cry in front of other people.

Joel and (Y/N) had been separated years ago when the outbreak first started. She had been visiting her family, trying desperately to get home so she could see Joel for his birthday. He remembered how many times she had apologized that day, but he assured her that she had nothing to be sorry about. They had plans for that weekend anyways, he had reminded her, so she could make it up to him then.

The next day, his entire world changed.

Joel knew in the back of his head that he should’ve looked for (Y/N), but he was engulfed in his grief over Sarah’s death that he found himself grieving for (Y/N) as well. There was no way she had survived, he decided after some time. He had to let her go, too.

But he couldn’t, and he didn’t. For 20 years, Joel held on to the memory of the beautiful neighbor that kissed him in his kitchen after only knowing him for a little over 24 hours. He dreamed of (Y/N) every night, never wanting to wake up from the sweet memories of her lips on his, her body against his, her beautiful eyes looking up at him.

And now she was back in his arms. He was afraid he was dreaming again, but if that were the case, he would be happy if he never woke up.

When he finally let her go, (Y/N) immediately took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. That was all he needed to be sure that this wasn’t a dream.

“You two seem to be acquainted.”

The two broke apart to see Maria and Tommy looking at them, a mirrored smile on both of their faces.

“(Y/N) is...an old friend,” Joel said.

“Friend,” Maria said. “Sure.”

“I hate to break up this reunion, but Maria said (Y/N) might need some food and water,” Tommy said. “If she was attacked by the infected, she might need some medical attention, too.”

“I’m alright in that department,” (Y/N) said. “They didn’t hurt me too much. They just caught me off guard. If it wasn’t for you guys, I would’ve been Clicker food. But I definitely need something to eat, and maybe a hot shower. I ran out of supplies days ago, and the closest I’ve gotten to bathing is almost getting hypothermia in the river.”

“She can come shower at my place,” Joel offered. When Maria and Tommy both raised their brows at him, he added, “I’d feel much better having her with me.”

Maria turned her attention to (Y/N). “Are you okay with that?” (Y/N) nodded quickly. “Alright. We’ll have someone bring over some food and clothes for you for once you’ve finished your shower.”

“Thank you,” (Y/N) said.

Joel put an arm around (Y/N)’s waist and led her towards his home. Ellie was out, which he was grateful for. He wanted to introduce the two of them, but more than anything he wanted this time alone with her. He needed this time alone with her. He needed to remind himself that she was real, that all of this was real. He needed to feel her one more time to remind himself that she wasn’t just a dream of a far away time.

Joel grabbed her some towels and showed her to the bathroom. He barely had time to get a word out before she was on him again. Her arms around his neck, her lips against his in a rough, needy frenzy. He held her again, lifting her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. He sat her down on the bathroom counter, holding her so tightly to him that he worried a little about if he was hurting her.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” she breathed against his lips. “I thought you were dead.”

“I thought you were dead, too,” he admitted. “God, I should’ve looked for you.”

“It would’ve been no use. The world was too chaotic back then, we never would’ve found each other,” she said. “God, I can’t believe it’s really you. I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“If you are, then we’re dreaming together,” he said. He slipped his hands under the layers covering her body, pressing his hands against the skin of her abdomen. “Fuck, you’re freezing. Let’s get you in the hot shower.”

“Will you come with me?”

She looked up at him so innocently despite knowing the not so innocent connotations that her words had. Joel could feel himself growing hard against his jeans. He growled in response, kissing her once more before they untangled from each other to start the shower.

When she stepped under the hot water, (Y/N) nearly moaned in pleasure. It had been so long since she was properly able to clean herself, let alone since she had felt any sort of heat against her body. Joel stepped back to watch her wash herself, knowing she needed the cleaning more than anything in that moment. He watched as the shampoo ran from her long grown out hair down her body, and his eyes followed every movement of her hands as she began to lather herself up with soap.

Once she had finished cleaning herself, Joel stepped up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his chest. She sighed in content as his lips started to explore her neck and shoulders.

“Is this where you’ve been the whole time?” she asked. “Since the outbreak?”

He shook his head. “I only got here recently. It’s...it’s been a rough past 20 years.”

That was an understatement, but Joel wasn’t ready to tell (Y/N) what he had been doing to survive all these years.

“Is Sarah here?”

Joel tensed at the question. (Y/N) felt his tension and quickly turned in his arms to look up at him. “Oh, Joel, I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head. “It was the beginning of the outbreak. It was why I didn’t think to look for you. God, I was so stupid not to even try - ”

“You were grieving,” she cut him off. “I can’t blame you for that. I’m so sorry you lost her, and that we had to go so long thinking we had lost one another.”

Joel leaned down to kiss her again. Despite the years since he last saw her, and the fact that they had both been fighting through a fungi-zombie apocalypse, she still felt as soft as she had 20 years prior. Everything about her still felt so familiar to him. It was like they were picking up right where they had left off.

“You’re here now,” he said against her lips. “And I am not lettin’ you go ever again.”

She smiled. “I don’t intend to be let go. You can keep me as your hostage here for as long as you’d like.”

“Don’t tempt me. We may never leave my bed ever again.”

When she kissed him again it was heated and passionate. “Make good on that offer, cowboy.”

He wanted to. He really wanted to take her right then and there, with the hot water cascading over their bodies and the mirror already steamed up. But he knew she had to be fed first. She had gone days without eating or drinking anything, and the last thing he needed was her passing out on him, or worse.

“Get some food into you first,” he said. “And then I’ll get something else into you.”

She giggled and kissed him once more before turning the shower off. He couldn’t help but watch her with adoration as she dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her body. When she turned back at him, he could see the glint of mischief in her eyes.

“I’ll be waiting in your bed for that food you’ve promised,” she said. “Don’t be too long, or I might take care of my other issue myself.”

Fuck, I love her so much.

#joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us imagine #tlou #tlou imagine #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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ourloveisforthelovely · 11 months

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Bad Ideas Part 9

Regulus Black au

Summary: It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M

Part 8 Link

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Arriving at the restaurant, you stood between Regulus and Harry. You had quietly bribed Regulus to be good. As much as you wanted to see Regulus scare the shit out of Vernon, you also wanted to see what your aunt and uncle had to say.

Were they going to apologize for all of the years of mistreatment? Was one of them dying and wanted to make amends or were they simply wanting to brag about their new car? The possibilities were endless. You weren’t sure which option you wanted to go with. Time would have to tell on that one.

“My offer to climb across the table and slap them real good still stands.”

Regulus commented. Harry glanced over to the other man with a raised eyebrow before fighting a smirk. While Harry wanted to dislike Regulus for making a move on you, he really couldn’t. Over the past little bit, Regulus proved himself enough to Harry. He also made you happy so that was enough for your twin. His offer to slap Vernon around also made Harry happy.

“I may take you up on that.”

Harry replied as you shook your head.

“Before we start slapping people around, why don’t we see what they want? I would be surprised if they honestly just wanted to see us.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. He had enough about Vernon and Petunia Dursley to do him a lifetime.

“Sorry love but I highly doubt that’s what it is. If they just want to catch up I would be more shocked than if I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet.”

You only nodded in agreement. Common sense told you that Vernon and Petunia didn’t want to catch up. Harry was, after all, the reason that the Dursleys had to leave their “perfect” little home. Why would they want to see you again?

“There they are.”

Harry’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up to see your aunt and uncle sitting at a table in the middle of the restaurant. Petunia held her hand up to motion to come over.

“Here we go.”

You murmured before squeezing Regulus’ hand. The expression on his face had gone from mildly annoyed to straight haughty and holier than thou. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know that he already hated Vernon and Petunia. He was also looking for “ANY” reason to let the insults start flying.

Arriving at the table, neither Petunia nor Vernon stood to give you any form of a hug. You didn’t expect this so it really shouldn’t have surprised you. Vernon only nodded while Petunia forced a smile.

“Harry…Y/n…it is so nice to see the both of you. How are you?”

Regulus moved to pull the chair out for you to sit in. You gave him a small thank you before turning your attention back to your aunt.

“We are alive. I hope you both are doing well.”

Petunia nodded again forcing a smile.

“We are doing fine. I received your letter about that madman being killed. I’m guessing all is well in your world?”

Your world….

You knew that was hard for Petunia to say. The fact that it wasn’t accompanied by some kind of insult was a miracle in itself.

“Yes, everything is fine…for the moment. It's just getting everything put back together.”

Harry replied. You were thankful that Harry came in. Your brother always knew when you were ready to say something snarky.

“I’m glad to hear that. We have been worried.”

Again, Petunia sounded like she had been forced to say that. Your aunt was as worried about you as you were worried about her.

Vernon, meanwhile, had been staring at the young man by your side. He hadn’t said a word since sitting down. His cold grey eyes had been flickering between Vernon and Petunia as he looked at them as if they were garbage.

“So, who are you?”

Vernon finally asked. Regulus looked right at Vernon as if he was personally offended to be spoken to by a muggle…or at least a muggle like Vernon.

“Regulus.”

Regulus replied in a cold cool voice. Vernon was even more annoyed. He expected a little more than a first name.

“Pleasure. So, are you funny like them?”

“Funny?”

Regulus questioned, narrowing his eyes on Vernon as if he were a mouse. You had to swallow back a chuckle at how Regulus’ cat-like nature coming out.

“A…wizard…I guess.”

Vernon replied, feeling suddenly uncomfortable under the younger man’s icy gaze.

“I’m not a comedian. I suggest that you watch how you speak to me, Vernon Dursley. Harry and Y/n may be nice to you but I won’t be. I should climb across the table and choke you out for how you lot treated them as children. If you were any kind of aunt or uncle, you would have never treated your niece or nephew so poorly…stupid prejudices or not.”

Vernon swallowed, clearly uncomfortable. He had got his answer on what Regulus’ background was.

“Well…”

“Well, nothing. You’re a shit excuse for a family…the both of you. I personally don’t see why you lot even bothered checking in on them. They had done just find during this whole war without the help of either of you.”

Petunia blinked a few times before beginning to speak.

“You don’t understand it was… we did what we thought was best…given the circumstances.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow at Petunia instantly making her rethink her life choices.

“I understand enough. You treated your sister’s children like shit. That’s enough for me to understand. I can understand you a lot being scared of things that you don’t understand. That, however, gives you no right to be shitty individual to people…especially children. There was no treating them the best in anything that you did.”

Neither Harry nor yourself moved to say anything. You gave Regulus a proud smile. It was nice hearing him say something like this. Those words alone proved just how far Regulus had come as an individual. Had this conversation happened never would have happened. Regulus would have probably berated Petunia and Vernon for being muggles and simply existing.

“You don’t know anything.”

Vernon snapped. Regulus stood up making Vernon cower lower in his chair.

“I know enough. Y/n, Harry let's just get out of here. This is a total waste of both of your time.”

Neither Harry nor yourself argued. You came, you saw, and now you were ready to get the hell out.

It took until the lot of you arrived back at Grimmauld Place for Regulus to calm down. Harry was silently laughing to himself for a few moments before speaking.

“Regulus, why don’t you just pull a gun on them the next time?”

Regulus shook his head and hung his coat up.

“I’ll just punch him in the face.”

Harry nodded.

“I’ll agree to that.”

Harry turned to walk into the dining room leaving the two of you alone. Regulus sighed…then my mother came out.”

Regulus was relieved when you smiled. While he didn’t really expect you to be angry with him for going off; Regulus really didn’t try to hear the Dursleys out. He pretty much saw them and went ballistic.

You stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Regulus’ chin.

“I found it rather amusing. My inner child was healed seeing them have their asses handed to them.”

Regulus wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his forehead against yours.

“You always deserved better.”

Regulus said with a soft sigh.

“OH MERLIN…is that Regulus?”

Both Regulus and yourself instantly stood up and turned to the voice. Your mouth dropped seeing what had to be your parents standing in the doorway. Rubbing your hands on your eyes a few times you had to make sure that you weren’t seeing things. James and Lily looked just as they did in the photos that you had.

The better question was why were dead people suddenly turning up like long-lost people coming for a friendly visit? Not that you were entirely complaining. Without this odd-ass situation, you would never have been able to be with Regulus. Now your parents…

Regulus looked clearly as shocked as James.

“Oh Merlin is that James?”

Regulus replied in a snarky tone. James turned to Lily who looked equally as shocked. Never in a million years did they expect to see Regulus alive…and holding you…their daughter.

“What is going on around here?”

James snapped. Sirius who was looking ready to jump out the window groaned.

“Man, don’t make me say it.”

James turned to Sirius. Harry winced, from his place beside his godfather. This wasn’t really how he wanted to drop the “Y/n is dating Regulus” bomb on his poor unsuspecting parents.

“Is he dating my daughter?”

Sirius again groaned. Regulus rolled his eyes before chuckling.

“Wow, there is no getting past you.”

You moved to stand in front of Regulus. The last thing that you wanted was to see fists or hexes start flying.

“Okay…what is going on here? Mum…dad…you’re alive…what is going on around here? Not that I am not thrilled to see you both…but…is everyone killed by lord Snakeface turning back up?”

James and Lily couldn’t say anything for a moment. It was Lily that spoke first.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know how to answer that but we can be a family again….as we should have.”

James nodded before turning his attention back to Regulus.

“What about him?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Regulus replied. James glared at Regulus. After coming back from the dead, the last thing that James ever expected was to see his only daughter in a relationship with Regulus Black.

Yet….here I am.

James thought before speaking.

“What makes you think that you are good for her? I know you…at least how you used to be. Leopards don’t change their spots.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow before turning to face you. He gave you a gentle smile. The last thing that Regulus wanted was for you to hear what he was about to say.

“Sweetheart, wait for me upstairs. We can catch up with them later.”

You turned and walked from the room without another word. As much as you wanted to stick around, part of you wanted to get away too. This was too much all at once. Your fight or flight feelings were about to come roaring back and thankfully Regulus recognized it.

It's nice having someone on my side.

Regulus waited until the door to his room closed before turning back to face James and Lily.

“With me, Y/n gets to come first. She had always come second to Harry and for once she gets to come first. That’s what makes me good for her.”

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thewritetofreespeech · 10 months

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okay hear me out! Noé x reader: reader is hanging out with the main 4 and is super sleepy but can't fall asleep unless they are completely comfortable with the people around them..

..anyways the others leave to go do something (get food, see an event, idk) and within minutes of being left alone with noé, reader is just like, dead asleep against him.

The others come back and are just like "wtf". Noé just gives warm protective vibes, I would definitely feel comfortable napping with him.

The evening was getting on, everyone still chatting the parlor by the fire like old friends. Not a group thrown together by chaos and happenstance just a few months ago.

“Oh dear! We’re out of wine.”

“I think we’ve all had enough Dominique.” Jeanne replied. The voice of reason.

“Nonsense!” The noble jeered happily. Literally waving her comment away. “I’m sure there is more in the cellar. Let’s go get some!”

“I should really check on Louis….” Jeanne thought out loud, and let out a startled little squeak when Dominique forcibly pulled her to her feet.

“You can check on him on the way. Vanitas! Come us!”

“What?! Why me?”

“Because you haven’t contributed anything to the ‘feast’ all night.” The young man gulped, having been called out for his mooching. “Plus, it might give you two time to sneak away for a little rendezvous in the dark corridors, eh?” Vanitas and Jeanne both turned red, and started barking at Dominique on how that wasn’t true; even as they still followed her.

Noe chuckled. Dominique always had a way of getting what she wanted.

He sipped the last bit of wine in his glass, then heard a soft yawn beside him from [Y/N]. “What’s the matter? Are you tired?”

“Oh no, I’m fine.” They insisted. Waving him off with the hand that was just covering their mouth to stifle a yawn. “It’s just been a long day.”

“I can appreciate that.” The days just seemed to be getting longer and longer, and more complicated. “If you’re tired you should just go to bed.”

[Y/N] shook their head. “No. I don’t want to mess up the party. I mean, this isn’t a real party, but I do like spending time with everyone. I’m sure everyone won’t want to stay up too much longer.”

Clearly they didn’t know Dominique, Noe thought. “Well, why don’t you close your eyes until they get back? A quick cat nap before they return. Although, I’ve never seen Murr take a quick nap.” He wondered now why they called them that.

“I couldn’t do that.” [Y/N] insisted. “That would be incredibly rude.”

“I won’t tell anyone.” Noe replied with a wink that made [Y/N] blush.

They seemed to ponder on it for a moment before giving in. Curling up more on the couch they were on and resting their head on his shoulder. “Just for a moment.”

They were out like a light as soon as they rested their head on his shoulder. Noe just watched them. The peaceful rise and fall of their chest. The calm look on their face. Something that was few and far between these days.

Noe’s ear picked up the sound of the group coming back, and just as quickly Dominique had opened the door; two more bottle in hand. Noe placed a finger against his lips, signaling them to be quiet, and the group noticed [Y/N] sleeping beside him.

Jeanne and Vanitas quickly backed out and away, but Dominique lingered for a moment with a soft smile before she left too and closed the door. He wondered if it was a happy smile or a sad smile. Either way, he was happy that [Y/N]’s rest could be protected.

He fell asleep himself not long after that. Listening to the sound of a crackling fire and [Y/N]’s breathing by his side.

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Servicewoman of Honor

A/n: I’m breaking my own rule kinda. I just couldn’t stop with this idea. This is more of a story about everyone and not too much romantic so it doesn’t really break the rule. However, Ice will not be sick in this.

Warnings: Death, mentions of infertility

NOTE: as stated in a post, there will be side parts. I wanted to write something to have a woman impact people's lives. I wanted there to be the honor and to show the main start of her impact on small group while mentioning it on a larger scale. The glance over shows she helped those her whole life and had others too. This glance over will be where I later cam write the side parts.

Summary: You were an amazing woman, your life was being honored in the best way.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing this. Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcomed and encouraged

BIG THANK YOU to @spidermankenobi. You stayed up with me for HOURS going back and forth with ideas. Without your encouragement and ideas, this would not exist.

Word count: 2.1K

"I stand before you all today to tell you about an incredible woman who impacted many lives. Myself included." Fleet Admiral Bradshaw said, in front of the large crowd. "Her name was Admiral Y/n L/n, later Kazansky-Mitchell at retirement. Her story is an honorable one filled with adventures, love, heartbreak, and stress. She was a naval aviator, class of 1986, who made her life's mission to create equal opportunities in the military." He stated, straightening up even more. "I will share some of her story but it doesn't do her justice. Those that knew her knew how incredible she really and truly was," he said, the smallest smile gracing his lips.

As he spoke of your story, he thought back to when the biggest impact on his life began.

**flashback

The whole Dagger Squad was confused, Fleet Admiral Kazansky and Captain Mitchell were extremely happy and nervous all day. Bradley was staying tight-lipped about everything that he knew, all of the squad only knew that the Class of 1986 was having a reunion tonight and they would be staying to teach the squad some stuff in a few days’ time.

The Hard Deck was closed that night for the reunion as it would be all of ‘86 along with the new instructors. Penny was more than happy to accommodate as long as the Squad helped her out with getting it all ready.

When they were putting out photos, Phoenix gasped, “The Admiral L/N will be showing up tonight!?” She asked, seeing the picture of you. Bradley grinned, “Y/n will probably be upset to hear being called Admiral. If she had it her way she would still be a Captain like Maverick!” He chuckled, hiding that you were married to both Pete and Tom.

You were supposed to be back for the Uranium mission but there were issues at the Pentagon that you couldn’t leave until today. “You’re on a- What am I saying? Of course, you’re on first name bases with another Admiral.” Bob said, shaking his head in amusement. “Well, the whole class either retired after Captain or they’re Rear Admirals. Tom is the highest ranking and Y/n is the second highest of full bird Admiral,” Pete said as he came by with more photos. The squad took in the photos as they set them up, it was photo after photo of the class in Top Gun, all having fun with each other, then there were ones later on as they advanced in their careers.

It was only hours later that the class began to trickle in, the Dagger Squad tried to remain professional but it was hard when most of their idols were in the same room as them. Each of them took the time to talk to the young aviators, happy to talk to the new generation and the ones that Maverick and Iceman obviously cared about.

Slider was talking to Tom and Pete when he looked around finally, “Where the hell is Phantom? She would never miss this opportunity!” he said, looking for you still.

“Are my ears playing tricks on me or are you actually missing me, Kerner?” You laughed in the doorway. Everyone turned at the sound of your voice, you looked just like you did at Top Gun just with some grey hair in a military bun, your face a little softer in the skin with a few age lines, your uniform well pressed and it was obvious you kept in shape. You had an air of confidence and it was obvious why you were so well respected.

Wolfman whistled, “Damn, Admiral looks good on you Phantom! Didn’t you get the memo though? Casual clothes!” He laughed. You held up the garment bag, “I am getting change here, I just got off a six-hour flight from D.C. to here Wolfman, cut me some slack. I’m still six months from my possible retirement!” you laughed before walking away and to the bathroom.

As soon as you left, Hollywood chuckled, “Damn, she hasn’t changed one bit! Mav, Ice, why didn’t you mention she was retiring?” he asked. The Dagger Squad was lost, why would they know? Are you just good friends with the couple?

They both smiled sadly, “She didn’t want to say anything. She is just finishing up helping women in the military. If it doesn’t go through she’ll push off the retirement again. You know she only took a political position to help females in the military,” Tom said. ”Each time she has gone to do something, a new issue pops up. It’s been tough on her, she even slept through our anniversary dinner the one year,” Pete continued. It clicked that they had married you and when they turned to Bradley, he gave a small nod. “Still, she should be proud. I heard she has ruffled a lot of feathers, good,” Slider said, sipping his beer.

The Dagger Squad watched on and Phoenix was happy to hear that the woman she admired was planning to make waves for women like her until she was satisfied. She had always wanted to be just like you, she knew she would be going into the career also to continue your work, possibly work for you one day.

You came out in jeans and a plain shirt, looking much less strict and more like the woman in the photos. You had a big grin on your face as everyone cheered to see the Phantom they knew. You kissed both your husbands and shook hands with your friends before getting pulled into hugs by the closest ones.

“Bradley! God, you’ve gotten so big!” you cried, hugging your nephew/son in all but blood. “Yeah, yeah ma,” he joked, holding you close, “You say that every time and try to fatten me up more,” he snorted. You were like a mom to him, joked you were third after Carole and Maverick.

All the others that were closer to Goose already came up to check on ‘Baby Goose’, all of them kept tabs on the kid for their friend. “Introduce me to your friends. I’m so sorry I couldn’t come for the mission,” you told him and he smiled, “The President needing your ear was a little bit more important. Just beware, they’re big fans,” he whispered in your ear jokingly. “Be nice Bradley,” You joked, going over. He was happy to show you to all of his best friends, the ones he trusted the most as you did with the Class of ‘86.

They all introduced themselves quickly, all saying how much they loved your work. You quickly took to them all, happily getting to know your surrogate sons’ friends. You really took to Phoenix, giving her advice and happily listening to her.

Later that night as you caught up with everyone, sharing stories, Wolfman stood up and whistled loudly. "Listen up! This is for our lovely Admiral L/n! We planned to give it to her early but someone was on a lovely private jet," He joked. “Well, when you come back to the Navy and become a full bird admiral, you’ll get to ride in the jet!” You joked, leaning into your husbands happily. Hollywood grinned, “Watch the sass, Phantom,” he joked back, “We all were going through the photos to bring today. Slider found one you never knew about,” He told you, they all turned serious.

Slider brought it over for you, Maverick, and Iceman, you teared up as you saw the photo of you and Goose. You, Maverick, and Goose were all best friends before he passed, Iceman was growing that close also despite all the ‘issues’ in Top Gun.

The photo was you and Goose at Top Gun, sitting on the ground. You were both yelling while laughing, flipping off two jets in the sky “Jesus! I forgot about this! We were so pissed at Viper and Jester,” you said, a wet chuckle leaving you as you teared up.

You brought the kids over and told them the story, Iceman joking the Goose carried the one brain cell you three shared 99% of the time. From there the whole group poked fun at you and Maverick, talking about how reckless you used to be and Ice had to rein you both in. “She fell asleep on me! Slider had to pull Maverick off the bar before he started to strip!” Ice laughed, kissing your cheek as you blushed.

Later more photos were brought out, the kids found the volleyball photos, “Holy crap! Ma was hot!” Hangman suddenly blurted, making you turn beat red. Maverick looked angry that he would say that but Iceman cooled it all off, “Yeah, she is!” He said, making you smile. “Also, Ma?” You asked, “Well they’re Pops so Ma fits,” Jake said.

That night you unconsciously made the choice that you would be staying there with your husbands and that you would slowly grow your family, becoming Momma Hen to your little ducklings.

Slowly, your and Iceman's presence was made more obvious at Top Gun, causing frustration from Cyclone and amusement for Warlock. You both put Cyclone in his place many times and the increased presence created better pilots.

From there, you often protected the kids (despite them not actually being kids), you were often pulling them out of trouble and your husbands would lecture them later for giving you more grey hair.

And when you got insecure about that, they all hyped you up and showed why you had that grey, they showed you all the females you helped because lately, you felt like you weren’t making a big enough impact. Phoenix cried during telling you how you helped her before and after you met, you made sure to show her that her emotions made her stronger.

When they were all sick, you made Bradley his favorite homemade potato soup and some homemade chicken noodle like you did when he was a child. That was when you found out that you were appointed official “Momma Hen” of the group to your ducklings. You had to make them all soup after they begged in the group chat, “Momma Hen’s Ducklings” and learned from your husbands that this was Bradley’s doing.

From then on, you were a constant there for them all. Helping them make up, making them feel better, supporting them in missions, and protecting them. You got #1 Mom awards for them on mothers day.

You were the one to straighten Cyclone out, he did not like you at all but you let him know how close you were with all the officials to demote him and get him kicked off base and sent to the worst one out there. No one messed with your kids or Maverick. He nearly screwed up when you took a plane, letting everyone else know, so you could teach the Daggers the move you created. Apparently he looked close to peeing himself when he realized he yelled at you.

When Phoenix came to you, letting you know she was pregnant after having been with Jake, Bradley, and Robert for a year, you broke down apologizing as this was the first time you couldn’t help her. From an accident, you were unable to have children and it broke your heart. She sat you down and explained how you were a real mom, you were to her and all the Daggers, you were to some of ‘86.

From there, their first daughter was named Carole Y/n, honoring you.

You became a grandmother to all the Dagger’s children, babysitting when you finally got too old and didn’t want to be one of those ‘politicians’ that never moved, Phoenix took over your position and often came to you for advice.

When your husbands passed, they passed close together. Everyone worried for you and thought you would follow soon but you didn’t, you held your grand-babies a little closer. Even at your age, everyone still came to you even as you attended more and more funerals for all your friends. You were the last of ‘86.

You even got to see your first great-grand baby, Rooster had to help you hold them.

Near the end, you would have days where you couldn’t tell the difference and thought all your friends were back, you often apologized to Rooster, thinking he was Goose. He accepted the apology, putting you at ease near the end. When you were close, everything became clear and you told them all how proud of them you were. When you passed, you went peacefully with Rooster and Phoenix holding your hands.

***End of flashback

“So now that you know her story, know how she helped many of you, we created a medal in her honor,” He said, a proud smile on his face. He could have sworn he saw young you and the class of ‘86 near the back, watching proudly.

“As Fleet Admiral of the United States Navy, I, Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, am honored to announce the first recipient of the Admiral Y/n ‘Phantom’ Mitchell-Kazansky Servicewoman of Honor Medal... Admiral Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace!”

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oubliette-odette · 6 months

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The Reluctance of Love Pt. 9

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 Word Count: 2160 (average 16 min read) Content Warnings: mention of mating, nothing happens....yet ;) All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil. Not beta-read. Criticism is welcome, but be sure to distinguish criticism from hate.

I looked for Altan everywhere, but I could not find him. I was at the market every morning looking for him. The vendors grew annoyed at my presence every morning. They told me I was bad for business with my grim expression. I didn’t really pay them any mind because I was too concerned about other things.

I told myself to stop worrying, that Altan clearly had just moved on now that things were done between us. I knew he had left home to get away from his father - or at least I assumed that from the way he talked - and I knew he likely couldn’t stay here forever. I had just hoped that all of those talks we had would mean something more…that maybe I could take the time to get to know him more.

I reopened my forge, tried to resume my work, but found that my mind would always stray to Altan and my hand would go up to the vial on my neck, playing with it. There was just this nagging feeling.

I was useless, completely useless. I found nothing could keep my focus for longer than a few minutes. My mind started to paint a different picture. What if Altan hadn’t left by choice? What if something was wrong? Something was telling me not to rest, not to settle down until I found him.

I finally grew desperate enough to ask some of the inns around if they knew of him. Each one would consider me warily before answering.

Luck would find me after a couple days of this, when the wife of one of the innkeeper’s pulled me down to take a seat and tell me all about the sweet boy she took care of that matched Altan’s description exactly. She handed me a piling plate of food - told me I looked like I could use it - before she told me all about how he would come and play at nights for the tenants.

“He had such an angelic voice. He sounded just like one of those glorious elves I hear about.” She reminisced. “He hid himself in his room for almost a week after a certain point. I left food at his door, and when he came out, he was a sorry mess.” She shook her head, her voice turning morose, “Not long after that, some official men came looking for him. They told us that he was the son of a duke. They grabbed his things and went and found him at the bathhouse and I suppose he’s back home.” She shook her head again. “He really was such a sweet young man.”

I felt my blood grow cold at the news of Altan being taken by his father’s people. His father was a Duke, a man of high rank. That meant Altan was also a noble. Immediate feelings of inadequacy and shame overwhelmed me. Who was I to Altan if nothing more than a distraction from his comfortable life? Maybe I was nothing more than a dalliance for the summer. I left the inn, feeling deflated and unsure what to do next.

I couldn’t sleep that night, my mind still stuck on Altan. I could swear that I was still experiencing lordhovid with all the time I was consumed thinking about him. I was worried. Genuinely worried. He didn’t say hardly two words about his father…but somehow I knew, I just knew that it meant something bad for him to be going back to him. He must have run away for a reason.

He had told me how much he had admired me and how I was his first friend. I couldn’t take any of that lightly. If he needed help, I might be the only person who could help him.

The next day, I found myself stepping into the town’s library for the first time ever. The librarian looked at me with reluctance and disbelief that an orc would be in a library of all places. I ignored their ignorant comments, “Do you have any family charts of the Dukes that rule around here?”

“What would you need it for?” The librarian asked.

“Do you have one or not?” I pressed, my tone impatient.

The librarian’s eyes widened in fright and scurried away, returning with a book from a few years back that lists all of the Noble family names throughout the continent.

I was still not the best at reading the common language, so I borrowed a paper and quill and wrote Altan’s name out so I could see exactly what it looked like and then my finger trailed over the lists, looking for any matches. The librarian watched me closely as I studied each name, one by one. I finally stopped when I found his name under the Family Hilmar. I ran my finger across his name again and again. Altan Hilmar. Altan Hilmar. His father was Taliesin Hilmar of Berdusk. His mother Telmira from Evermeet. A sun elf.

The librarian aided me with a copy of a map that I studied finding the paths that would take me to Berdusk and I left with the librarian watching me with disbelief.

The next day, I closed my forge again to the dismay of all my neighbors and customers and I was on the road again, this time with the intent to find Altan. I hoped that maybe seeing him would help me make sense of all of the feelings and thoughts I kept having about him and maybe I could help him too.

The maps I followed that led me to Berdusk made the travel look straightforward. I kept to the main roads most of the time. I found my hand on the vial more and more often as my mind strayed to Altan through my walking. He was the main occupying thought in my brain. How was he? Was he safe? Is he happy? Am I wrong to do this? What if this is all a fools’ errand? Will he be happy to see me? What will I do when I see him? I pondered that last one a lot and I couldn’t deny that my arms around his waist was a frequent vision in my head. I still wondered what that would feel like.

When I entered the gates of Berdusk, not more than 6 days later, I noticed that most people’s eyes fell on me. It was not much of a diverse town. They were mainly human and they all seemed to watch me with a wary gaze. I caught one eye of a dragonborn who looked at me with an understanding nod. I nodded back before passing on and making my way towards the first inn I could spot.

“We don’t make beds for folks like you.” The innkeeper said, glaring.

I nodded, “I’ll pay for a room with two beds then.”

“Don’t got any of those.” He said.

I could spot the lie in his answer, but I didn’t fight it, instead I gave him my coin and walked up the stairs to where my room was.

What in all of the nine hells was I doing here?

I played with the vial again and stared at the crimson liquid. I had pondered that little vial a lot while on the road and had considered maybe drinking it. It would have eased my anxiety of knowing exactly where Altan was, but I also didn’t know if it would be safe for him if I did that. I needed to know where he was before I did anything so foolish. Plus, I didn’t know what I really wanted yet. To see Altan, yes. To mate with him…that one still terrified me. But less so. If anyone were to be my mate…oh hells, these thoughts were so unfamiliar to me.

The bed was incredibly uncomfortable and I didn’t sleep well, but I awoke early in the morning and made my way towards the large mansion that sat above the rest of the town. I knew that would be where the Duke would be. However it was little use trying to make an appointment to meet with the Duke. The guards up front scoffed at my asking and dismissed me immediately without a dire need. I found myself growing more and more uncomfortable in this place.

I paced through the streets, my eyes always on the mansion above. I kept hoping I could spot him. I kept hoping I would find the answer I needed to know he was here, that he was okay.

I never really got accustomed to the way people stared at me, and I felt like all of them were holding back their insults until I did something wrong. I was constantly on my guard. I didn’t really sleep much either. I started to have funny dreams of Altan alone in a room, separated from everyone and everything, pounding against a sealed door, begging to be set free, for someone to let him out. It troubled me every time I woke up from it. I didn’t know if it was my own brain making up this story…or if I should put more weight behind this dream.

I found myself on the main thoroughfare of the town when I noticed a crowd forming along both sides of the road. There was an excited energy about the people. I hung to the back of the forming crowds and wound through the shadows, staying out of sight. I was about to head inside and make myself scarce when I heard the people around me talking.

“It’s hunting day. That’ll be the Duke and his men coming down that hill” I heard a woman say to another woman.

I jerked my head up and looked up the road and felt my heart beat fast as I watched as a large gathering of men on horses slowly made their way down the main road. A pale-skinned man in a red robe was taking the lead on his own steed, looking proud as he waved to the people. His hair was dark, graying, and he wore a circlet. To his right was an even larger man with red-brown hair, a beard and dressed in armor. The men behind were also all armoured and their faces were concealed in helmets, except for three young riders that rode in the center of the guard. Each were young, tawny-skinned and bright eyed, more elfin in their features. And there in the middle, was the one with crimson curls and a strained smile on his face as he waved.

Altan.

My Altan.

My breath caught as I saw him there. He was there. He was there. He was right there.

Lordhovid was nothing compared to the want I felt then to jump in front of the horses and stall them from going any further.

I gripped the vial and shouted his name before I could stop myself.

He looked over in my direction, searching for who could have said his name. He drew his horse back and slowed, looking through the crowds. His smile fell when he saw me and over the din of the cheers and adulations from the crowds I could only see him mouth “Drun.” And I saw the same longing look in his eyes. We understood each other in that moment.

Our eyes did not stray from each other as the gathering passed on and even as he was going further and further from me, his head swiveled to keep me in his sight. He yelled something back at me, but I couldn’t hear or read his lips. I swam through the crowd, trying to keep him in my sight. I couldn’t let him go.

“Altan!” I yelled again. Something in me, something I didn’t dare name, was pushing me to stay near him. I couldn’t lose him.

I stood, devastated to watch him leave me. I pushed my way through the crowds and wrestled my way down the thoroughfare, doing everything in my power to keep him in my sights. I needed to know where he was going. I cut through alleyways to pass through the crowds. My orc hunting skills had never really left me and as I sniffed the air, I could follow the dust trail left behind by the horses and I cut through every back road I could until I could find them again at the bottom of the hill.

Altan’s eyes met mine again and he shook his head. “Don’t.”

He was warning me. I glanced over to the man at the front of the team and I saw steel in his eyes as he met my gaze. He turned back to Altan, then back at me. His gaze hardened and he urged the horses to go faster. His eyes followed me as they rode passed and I met his gaze with my own steely glare. He would not have my Altan.

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PLEASE WRITE THIS WHEN U HAVE TIME. I know your requests are closed, but I wanted to request this because my memory is very bad & I forget a lot of my ideas.

transfem reader w toji fushiguro (or gojo if you’d rather write him) who has gender dysphoria about her body? maybe she does everything she can to appeal to the stereotypically feminine view—makeup, hair, heels—but when she sees the women that flirt w her boyfriend, she can’t help but feel inferior. maybe her body’s too rectangular or her chest is too small.

I can’t seem to find any fics like this, and I really like your blog 🙏🙏 again, please write this when your requests are open.

Word count: 1932

Pairing Satoru Gojo x Trans!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Self doubt, mentions of transphobia (internalized and old fashioned views), ooc gojo?

A/n: Hello Thank you so much for requesting. I know you said I could wait to write it until I opened requests again, but I just felt inspired by this so I hope you enjoy it. Also I went with Gojo mainly because I'm not the biggest toji fan. I am trans masculine so I’m not 100% sure if I captured the feelings trans fem people feel so if there are any mistakes please let me know. Anyways enjoy and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

Dating Satoru was a dream come true. I mean seriously never would I have thought such a high ranking member of Jujutsu society would even look my way let alone The Satoru Gojo. But I guess I got lucky, and even though Satoru is one of the most loving people I have ever met, I can’t help but to doubt myself.

Afterall life as a transgender person is hard enough as it is but add the strict and stuff beliefs of the older generation of Jujutsu sorcerers and you have a breeding ground for self doubt. Everytime Satoru and I are in public or have to interact with one of the other clans, my mind is flooded with terrible thoughts. ‘How can Satoru stand to be seen with me, there are so many more beautiful women out there.’ or ‘He’d be better off with a cis woman who is truly beautiful.’ It’s hard to quiet these thoughts when I’ve heard these comments from the higher ups in passing and sometimes I believe them.

And today of all days, the thoughts are more precisdent as me and Satoru are out on one of the few dates we get with his busy schedule. I had spent hours before trying to look as beautiful as possible to make this date perfect, I had Shoko help me pick a nice outfit and the perfect pair of heels. I spent most of the day perfecting the perfect hairstyle and make-up look for the night. Eventually with major words of encouragement from Shoko and Satoru himself I was ready, I even started the night feeling confident that I looked amazing.

But alas all good feelings come to an end. Once we were at the restaurant, I couldn’t help but notice all the beautiful women staring at Satoru and I mean I can’t blame them but it just caused the thoughts to surface again. Noticing my slight shift in mood Satoru turned to me, “Hey is everything okay?” He asked as he placed his arm around my waist. Not wanting to worry him I just smiled and nodded at him. “Okay… but you know if there’s something bothering you let me know, Ok?” He said, I could tell he was skeptical but he dropped the topic when the hostess asked us to follow her to the table.

Once seated we talked briefly about how his students were doing and how curses were becoming more annoying as of late before dropping the topic of work and just talking about tv and plans for the next couple weeks. “And I was thinking that we could go check out the new mall that opened up recently, I saw some beautiful dresses I thought you might like and would love to get you a few,” Satoru explained as he looked at the menu in front of him.

“That sounds lovely.” I responded and was planning on continuing the conversation when a waitress approached the table.

Looking at the young woman, I couldn’t help but notice how she was the picture of feminine beauty. Curvy in all the right places, perfect hair and subtle but gorgeous make-up. “Hello I’m Ally, I’ll be your server tonight, can I get you any drinks?” Hearing her speak for some reason made my heart hurt, knowing I would likely never sound as young and girlish as her.

I noticed Satoru looked at me and I quickly wiped the look of doubt off my face before he could say anything. I guess it worked because he turned his attention back to the woman, and quickly ordered us some wine and an appetizer we had agreed on. The waitress wrote the order down before excusing herself to take care of the order. Once she had walked away Satoru turned back to me. “Are you absolutely positive nothing is wrong?” He asked as he placed his hand over mine on the table. Once again not wanting to sour the mood of the evening, I nodded and said I was fine and turned the topic back to the previous conversation.

After we got our drinks and we ordered our entrees, I couldn’t help but notice that our waitress was checking in on us more than what is normally expected. She would stop by the table every time she walked by to check if the wine was to our liking or if we needed anything while we waited for the main course. I quickly picked up on how she would get slightly closer to Satoru’s side of the table each time, it was also clear that Satoru hadn’t noticed the subtle comments being directed at him. I couldn’t help but think that he was saying anything about it because he liked being hit on by a cis woman. Maybe he secretly hates the fact that I'm trans and just doesn’t want to hurt my feelings. Eventually the thoughts got the best of me and tears started to well up in my eyes and it was taking everything out of me not to burst into sobs.

Once the waitress left again saying she would check on our food, Satoru turned to look at me, and I could see his eyes widen exponentially even through his dark sunglasses. “Hey, it’s ok. What’s wrong and don’t say nothing, something is clearly bothering you.” He said gently but sternly as he squeezed my hand and pulled his sunglasses off so I could make unobstructed eye contact.

Not having the strength to hold it in any longer I let out a few of my thoughts, maybe a little too loud for the setting but I couldn’t hold it in. “Why are you with me Satoru? You could have anyone, so why me?” It took the white haired male a second to process what was said but before he could speak, I continued. “I’m not beautiful like every woman here, I’m not curvy in all the right spots, my make up looks like a middle schooler did it, so why do you stay with me, when you could have a real woman?” I hated saying it but it was true in my mind, or at least I believed it. I wasn’t thin with big boobs and a big butt, I’m just flat. My figure is the opposite of curvy, I have broad shoulders and the flattest chest. I can’t grasp how someone so handsome can sit across from someone like me and say that I’m beautiful when so many better people are around.

After my mini outburst it was almost silent in our area of the restaurant. Satoru just looked at me stunned, he knew I suffered from dysphoria but he thought he had done a good job helping me feel better. The six-eyes user looked down at the table before speaking. “I know you have trouble believing me when I say this but you are the most beautiful person I have ever met. I don’t care if you aren’t curvy or if you struggle with make-up sometimes, No matter what you are beautiful to me.” As he said this he stood from the table and whipped the tears that had escaped my eyes from my face. While he was focused on me I noticed our waitress coming back this time with our food in hand. Seeing me look in that direction Satoru waved over the woman. “Can you have those put in togo boxes for us? My partner and I are done here.” I looked up at him shocked, but before I could protest he spoke again. “And before that can you please have your supervisor come speak with me?” Now I’m extremely confused.

“Satoru, what are you doing? I thought we were going to eat here?” I asked, confused, as I watched a nervous looking man approach. Satoru just stood up straight, put his sunglasses on and turned to the man who I’m now guessing is the supervisor.

“You must be the supervisor. I would like to file a complaint about the waitress who served me and my lovely partner here.” Satoru spoke in his formal tone he reserved for the higher ups, it was clear he was upset but he sounded so calm. “I was just trying to enjoy one of the rare occasions when I can pamper my Love, and your waitress spent most of the night hitting on me. Now I tried to be understanding and let it slide, but after numerous comments that clearly made my partner upset, I have decided that we will be taking our food to go and we will not be returning to this establishment.” While I didn’t expect that, I wasn’t expecting the look of concern that washed over the man’s face at my boyfriend's comment. “I will also be pulling all support from this restaurant that is provided by the Gojo estate.” With that final comment Satoru turned to me and offered his hand for me to take, as I stood up, the waitress from before brought our food now in to-go boxes and handed it to Satoru.

With food in hand we started to exit the restaurant, but before we could reach the door, the supervisor ran after us calling for Satoru. “Mr. Gojo please reconsider, I’ll fire this woman. Flirting with customers is against restaurant policy. Please do not pull the funding.” At first It seemed that he was actually upset about what the woman did but with the last sentence it was clear he was actually more worried about the money the Gojo clan apparently provided the business.

“No, I will be pulling the funding. You clearly care more about the money then how your employees are treating your top investors.” Satoru said not even looking at the man. With that we left and went home.

Once we were home and finished with our food, we laid down in our large bed and just cuddled with each other. Breaking the silence I asked a question I had been thinking about since we left. “Why did you do that?” I felt him looking at me clearly confused by the sudden question. “I mean tell that guy you were pulling the funding from the restaurant, I didn’t know the Gojo clan had investments in such things.” I was confused.

I felt Satoru chuckle as I laid on his chest before he spoke. “First, The Gojo clan has investments in a lot you don’t know about. Secondly I told him that because I meant it.” I lifted my head to look at him. As if reading my mind he continued, “I’m not going to support a business that only cares about the money and only has a problem with staff being disrespectful when their funds are threatened.” I nodded and was about to say something before he stopped me. “Plus I could tell you were uncomfortable the entire time and were just holding back for my sake. I want you to know that if there is ever a problem I will deal with it.”

“Thank you Satoru.” I said laying my head back on his chest. I decided it was probably time to go to sleep when I let out a small yawn.

As I drifted off, I heard Satoru speak one last time. “I love you, Y/n, don’t ever forget it. And I mean it when I say you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, I could never wish for more.” With that he placed a kiss to the top of my head and we both fell asleep enjoying each other's embrace.

#x reader #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #x transfem reader #x trans reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x trans reader #satoru gojo x reader

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peachiejeongin · 1 year

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143 | Bang Chan

Synopsis: Chan decides to tell his partner everything he loves about them. Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (Reader uses she/her pronouns & has breasts !) Genre: Fluff, Angst Warnings: Cyberbullying (? : Reader receives hate comments), negative mentions of weight and appearance (both self-given and comments), mental breakdown, crying [Please let me know if I missed any!]

The privacy of your relationship was an aspect Bang Chan prioritized greatly. He preferred this simplicity over public, flashy appearances. Yet, he knew how “fans” were, especially just to him alone. Even the mere though of what they’d say to you if they knew you were his enraged him. However, one Dispatch article later, both of your stances were more or less irrelevant.

Chan had warned you to be wary of social media comments prior to officially confirming your relationship.

“If even one comment makes you feel self-conscious, get off, yeah?” You remembered his words clear as day, keeping them in the back of your mind like a sacred memory.

Even so, you couldn’t resist the curiosity that arose with every notification tone on the new post you had shared: a simple photo of your matching Mickey and Minnie Halloween costumes.

‘People must really like the post! Checking one comment won’t hurt, right?’

Horror was an understatement to what you felt whilst browsing the comment section. Sure, one comment didn’t hurt; but multiple comments did.

‘She’s not even that pretty.’

‘Her acne is horrid! XD’

‘She knows salads exist, right?’

You stared at your laptop in utter disbelief, the negative comments you had just read re-cycling through your head like a twisted mantra.

One comment stuck out to you the most: ‘I love Chan, but why did he choose her?’

You couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question: Why did he choose you? You weren’t anything special. You stood up reluctantly eyeing yourself in the mirror. You looked first to your face: dotted with red blotches; eyes covered with plain frames that you always found to be too nerdy for your liking. You had scraggly, curled dark hair that barely reached your back.

Your gaze found its way to your shoulders, the broadness of which plagued your self-consciousness. You looked then to your chest. ‘Too flat,’ you thought plainly. You thought the opposite about your stomach and its every curvature; your legs weren’t exactly on the thinner side of spectra either. You weren’t flawless in any shape, form, fashion, or manner.

You were imperfect.

‘Why did he choose me?’ You couldn’t answer your own question. Chan, in your eyes, was a clueless young man who randomly fell in love with the sight of you in a cafe. ‘Why?’

Rivers began to form in your tear ducts. Impulsively, you made your way to the bathroom, immediately noticing the small display of makeup products splayed out on the counter. Surprisingly, none of them belonged to you; Chan kept extras on hand for work days.

You picked up the minuscule bottle of foundation along with the corresponding beauty blender. Squirting a bit out on the top of your hand, you looked at your puffy-eyed reflection and rubbed the product roughly into every pore and nook of your face in attempts to conceal the blotches and dark circles coating your skin. Afterwards, you took the eye shadow, soft brown in color, and dabbed it on your eyelids. You began to smile through your aforementioned tears, almost maniacally in a sense. The last product you grabbed was a pink lip-tint. You smeared it on your lips, giving up on neatness. You heard the front door creak open, but you didn’t care about that either. You smile grew crazily wider with the addition of freakish laughter following soon after. “AM I PRETTY NOW?!” You practically screamed, your hands roughly tugging at the roots of your frizzed hair. “AM I?!” You stared your reflection down as if it was the one responsible for the negative commentary. Frantic footsteps sounded in your direction, yet you never once looked away from the psychopath smiling at you in the mirror.

“Baby?!” It was not until you heard the soothing, yet panicked voice of your boyfriend that you snapped back to reality. Your gaze bore into yourself, and you realized you had only made a bigger mess of yourself. You collapsed to the floor. The feeling of unworthiness slowly returned.

“BABY!” Chan repeated in a much more worried tone. He immediately crouched down to your level. “Baby, what’s going on?!” His panicked state only made your tears flow harder. Rivers of tears soon became oceans.

“Channie, I’m so sorry,” you choked out, nearly inaudibly. He could not decipher what you were sorry for, and quite frankly, he was not concerned with what it was at the moment. His sole focus was you. He engulfed you into a hug, slowly rubbed your back, and shushed you softly.

“It’s okay, Love. It’s okay.”

‘No it isn’t.’

After a few minutes, he stood you up and led you to your shared bedroom, whispering a slight ‘c’mon.’ He grabbed a couple items you weren’t able to make out due to your tear-blurred vision. He sat next to you on the bed, bringing a white cloth to your eyes and wiping off the poorly applied eye shadow.

“Are you comfortable explaining what happened now? Or do you need a few?” he asked comfortingly, dabbing the cloth to the corner of your eyes. You were silent for a few moments; only one question formed in your thoughts.

“Chan, why do you love me? You could have anyone you want. Why me?” Chan seemed rightfully taken aback by your sudden inquiry.

“Why do I love you?” he repeated, making sure he had heard you correctly. “Baby! What’s not to lo...” his words trailed off as he noticed your laptop; it was still open, displaying the Instagram comments you’d taken to heart only a few moments prior. Chan let out a disappointed, yet understanding sigh. “Love, I warned you about the comments.” You could hear the dismay in his voice as he reached around you to shut off your computer. You stayed silent, unable to look Chan in the face with the immense amount of guilt piercing your gut.

After Chan had successfully wiped all the makeup off, he looked at you with puppy-like eyes.

“You really want to know what I love about you?” You looked up at him for the first time in the night, nodding somewhat vigorously as he let out a sad smile. He moved closer to you and suddenly cupped your cheeks gently.

“First off,” he began, “I absolutely adore this beautiful face.” He tenderly caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I love your gorgeous eyes and how they always see the good in other people... I love your cheeks. I mean look,” he squished your cheeks in accentuation to his words. “One squish is like, instant serotonin.” He smiled lovingly, mirroring your own that was beginning to form.

“And, of course, of course, of COURSE!” he trilled in a goofy manner, before bringing you into a soft kiss. “I love these lips. How soft they are, how loving they are, and how they always have the sweetest things to say, the beautiful laughs that come from them...” A fuzzy feeling erupted in your stomach; however, in contrast to Chan’s declarations of love, the self-degrading thoughts refused to cease.

“But-” you were cut off by Chan proceeding to kiss every bump, blotch, and dark spot present on your face, as if he telepathically knew your every thought.

“I don’t care what’s on your face: whether you have makeup on or you’re bare faced; if you have pimples or clear skin. It’ll always be dazzling to me. Not to mention,” he moved one hand from your cheek up to the top of your head, grabbing at it giddily and successfully eliciting a laugh from your end. “I absolutely LOVE this beautiful brain. I mean, with how much knowledge it retains and the capacity it has to put up with me, come onnn!” Chan was getting silly, which you endeared. Not only did he care, but he wanted to show that care through laughter.

He moved lower on your body, down to your shoulders and chest.

“I don’t care how broad your shoulders are or how small your chest is,” he endearingly squeezed your shoulders for emphasis, “I love both aspects; physical and figurative, no matter size. With the weight your shoulders carry...” he trailed off once more, picking up on a different note. “Same goes for here, Love” he added as he leaned down to give a chaste kiss to your stomach. “I’d love you just as much as I do now if your stomach was larger, smaller, whatever.” He didn’t have a figurative allusion for your stomach, but you didn’t mind.

“I love the size of these,” he lightly put a hand on your thigh, shaking it slightly and gaining yet again another giggle from your end. “Not too big, not too small. Just right for me to hold. Plus...” Once again, his words faltered, more knowingly, however, as he moved the hand placed on your thigh to your lower back area. He flashed you a quick, cheeky smirk, which told you all you needed to know. Instead of going lower, however, he pulled you closer to him.

“As for everything else,” he stated, cupping your cheeks again. “I love your heart,” he kissed your forehead. “I love your passion and determination,” he kissed the tip of your nose. “I love how silly you are, but also how you know when to be serious,” he kissed your right cheek. “I love the man you’ve changed me into for the better,” your left one. He stopped, staring at you for a brief moment, undoubtedly wondering how he got so lucky. “I just love you.” He ended his proclamation with one last soft kiss to your lips, lasting longer than the previous one.

Chan’s words finally began to sink in.

You weren’t flawless in any shape, form, fashion, or manner.

You were imperfect...and that was okay. Does perfection even truly exist?

You decided it didn’t, and by God, you were luckiest imperfection in the universe.

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids bang chan #bang chan #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop imagines

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purelyplatonicreader · 1 year

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Luck- Robbie Reyes x disabled!reader (platonic)

Hey y’all! Wanted to write a fic with a chronic pain haver/mobility aid user because I can relate! Also, wow my Oliver Queen fic did better than expected. Anyway, I had an absolute seizure trying to format this so it’s not great but yipee I’m posting?

Reader is an ambulatory cane user- self-indulgent

WARNING: Contains graphic descriptions of violence

“Thank you again for helping me,” You said shyly, grabbing your backpack and shuffling through some assignments.

“No problem.” Gabe responded cheerily, moving his own work out. While Gabe was academically successful, you struggled quite a bit. It made school miserable but Gabriel Reyes, to you, was a godsend.

You’d been studying with him in school during breaks for the past few days, with finals week approaching, but today he offered you to come over. Timidly you obliged, knowing well that schoolwork was your top priority but Gabe’s friendship was an added bonus. The two of you began working on some assignments (ones you’d neglected to turn in throughout the past few weeks) and minutes turned to hours. Before you knew it, you’d been sitting there well into the evening, working away. You were about to start packing up your when, as if on cue, a knock sounded at the door.

“I can get it,” You offered, pushing yourself up.

Gabe looked mildly excited. “It’s probably my brother.” He responded.

You moved to the door, opening it. In front of you, covered in grease, was a young man, no more than 5 years your senior. He looked a lot like Gabe- similar narrow face and dark eyes. He looked at you, his face unreadable but it didn’t seem anything more than slightly confused (probably wondering why it wasn’t Gabe at the door looking back at him.)

“Robbie! Hey!” Gabe said, wheeling back from the table where the two of you had been working. You moved out of the way, dipping your head slightly as to acknowledge Robbie, and shut the door behind you. Before the man could open his mouth and ask, Gabe gave you an introduction.

“This is Y/N, (they’re/he’s/she’s) a friend from class.”

“Hello,” You said, with an awkward little wave.

“Isn’t it a bit late on a school night for you to have friends over?”

His comment wasn’t rude, but genuine.

“Oh, he’s helping me study for exams coming up. I lost track of time, I was just about to head out anyway, I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome.” You answered quickly, reaching your your bookbag and cane, both of which were slightly leaned against the table. Gabe made a point of clearing his stuff too.

“It wasn’t any trouble,” Gabe spoke, but you couldn’t really tell to whom. Robbie was taking off an interesting-looking leather jacket and hanging it off the counter.

“How’d you plan on getting home?” Robbie asked, turning his head over his shoulder as he scrubbed grease from his hands.

“Oh eh- Probably just walking.” You said. Something about him made you nervous- it was probably just a general fear of new people, but there was a certain intensity to him. He eyed the cane in your hand for a moment. You turned to Gabe, knowing it’d be easier to tell him and let Robbie hear you then to explain anything directly.

“It’s been nice, not having flare-ups the past few days. I’ve been waking a bit more.” You said with forced enthusiasm.

“It’s a little late for someone like you to be out walking alone.”

“It’s fine,” You tried, shifting your weight. “It’s only like… a mile-“

“It’s not smart,” he said flatly. “Catching a bus would be better, but the routes are closed at this hour.”

“I guess that narrows my options down to walking anyway,” You forced a chuckle, shrugging a bit.

Robbie’s phone began to buzz. He looked at it blankly before moving to pick his jacket up from the chair.

“Sorry mijo, gotta run.”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “What now?” He sighed, amusingly exasperated.

You looked at Robbie. He seemed to think about the question for a bit too long. “Girl I’ve been after got back to me. I’ll try not to be out long.”

Gabe scoffed. “We both know that means I’ll see you tomorrow night. Bye, Robbie.”

He nodded, looking at you before slipping out the door. You raised your hand in a small wave.

Not long after Robbie left did it take you to get out, too. You made it home alright.

Over the next few weeks, that series of events became routine. You’d stay a little bit later than intended, Robbie would come home covered in grease wearing his signature black leather jacket, you’d make a tiny bit of small talk, Robbie would get some kind of alert (phone calls, texts, etc.), and would run off with some excuse. Sometimes it was girls wanting to get with him, or that he’d forgetting something at work (which you, overtime, gathered was at an auto shop), maybe he’d have a dragracing competition, or a client in destress, he always seemed to come up with some variation of “I gotta run” each night.

You, on the other hand, repeated your less exciting routine. A walk home to a dark, maybe empty, house. The walk itself wasn’t too bad- sometimes pain would make it more miserable, but you managed, cane clicking along your side. Robbie’s comments about it being safe, however, did make you uneasy. You knew that crime was an issue where you, your family, and the Reyes family lived. Gabe had been targeted before, during a blackout from some mutant related whatever. At some point you’d stopped questioning it. Mutants, superheroes, all of it seemed so… annoying. It’s not like you disliked heroes, but there was something to be said about the damage they caused. Mutants also sparked so much unnecessary controversy. They shouldn’t be outcasted for something they couldn’t control- you knew that well enough.

As always your night repeated. Tonight’s study session ended a little early. Gabe was exhausted from the constant working, and you’d been feeling less than adequate the past few days. Whatever was causing your flare up was getting in your way. The walk home wasn’t something you looked forward to, but as always you brushed off the need for a ride and Robbie darted away anyhow.

Streetlights flickered as you walked, your pace easy but your mind restless. A series of gang-related thefts had been reported in your area. As far as you knew, there hadn’t been much done about them, but muggers took the chance to increase their lousy presence You didn’t really know much, but you didn’t like the idea of being seen as an easy target. Nonetheless you continued onward, carefully watching your surroundings.

Not looking at the rough sidewalk beneath your feet, you tripped for a moment, stumbling for a second and dropping your cane. Distracted and in pain, you seized up for a minute, the jerking motion worsening the discomfort. Bending down you picked up the stick, hearing a metallic click behind your head. Fear gripped your body as you stood up, raising your arms slightly. Looking at you with a gun pointed towards you was a young man, only a few years your senior. A second, larger man had appeared at your side, blocking your path. You flinched back, a little too aggressively, and both men lunged closer.

“Don’t fucking try anything you little shit or I’ll light up your fucking chest.”

“I’m sorry, I-“ You choked out, nervously, stepping back.

“I said don’t fucking move!” He shouted, closing in on you. You felt tears well up in your eyes.

‘I’m going to die. Shit, I’m going to die.’ You thought frantically, chest tightening.

“Open your backpack.” The other man ordered.

“I don’t have anything I sw-“

“Open the fucking backpack!”

You held your breath, slowly dumping the school bag out. The man to your side began digging around. After a moment he looked up and shook his head.

“S-see? Noth-“

Within seconds you were face to face with hot, disgusting breath and a gun shoved into your temple, a rough hand gripping the collar of your shirt. You fought back tears, shutting your eyes. Your cane clattered to the ground.

“I don’t have anything!” You yelped, weak without the support.

“I’ll fucking pat you down myself.” He began to lower the weapon.

Without warning you kneed him in the stomach, flailing back as he let go in surprise. You tried to turn and run, but felt the body of your cane slam into the side of your head. A sticky feeling on the side of your face made you realize you were bleeding as you veered towards the concrete. Your head hit the pavement with a sickening thunk.

Spots clouded your eyes as your ears rang loudly. The crack of wood over one of your attacker’s knees made your heart sink as you heard your now broken cane clatter to the floor.

“Pat (them/him/her) down, quick!” A muffled voice called, exhaustion starting to pull your eyes back. All you could feel in your skull was radiating, dense pain.

Your vision clouded even further. A dull rev of an engine vibrated the ground you were lying on, blood pooling from your head and staining the concrete in dribbles. Stunned, you waited to feel the hands of the thieves through your layers of pockets. You had cash in your wallet- at least enough for them to be satisfied. Your debit card too. Bank card. License. Part of you knew you should have been more anxious. But you felt so tired…

A faint orange glow came from over your shoulder. Your eyes rolled back and shut, darkness swarming your senses.

A hot, gentle hand touched your wrist- it felt like the person was feeling for a pulse. You cracked an eye open only to regret it. Before you was who you could only call a devil. A human skull on fire loomed over you.

‘I’ve done it,’ you thought in utter dismay, ‘I’ve died and the devil himself is taking me into hell.’

You let out a terrified mumble, trying to inch back as disoriented as you were. Your head pounded but at that point you couldn’t care less.

The beast’s hand, sturdy, tried to calm you but you tried to reach up, frantically trying to protect yourself.

Slowly skin began to wrap around the skull, muscle being woven layer by layer. You were gripped with fear, eyes wide. Your chest heaved a mile a minute, horrified as you watched the human face heal around flaming bones. For the first time, you noticed a familiar jacket.

As his face reformed you choked out, “Robbie?”

“Hey, hey, you’re good, breathe.”

He reached behind your head, skin still warm. You started to sit up, his hand leading you.

You winced, hand shakily reaching to touch your bleeding face. The body of your cane made a nice gash. The bleeding had slowed to a trickle, but at the very least you’d need butterfly bandages to keep it closed.

“Can you walk?” Robbie asked, still crouched in front of you.

You eyed your broken cane. Through painful, fearful thoughts, it occurred to you that your pain previous to the blow to the head had worsened. Now your cane was shattered too.

“I can try-“ You said, beginning to push yourself up with shaking limbs. Robbie’s hands were ready to spot you, your weight pushing into the one still resting on your upper back. It didn’t take long for you to fall.

You felt a violent jolt of pain shoot through you, feeling one of your legs buckle before turning to jelly.

You let out a startled, high pitched yelp, preparing to brace your own landing, but you were intercepted by a hand. It snaked under your shoulders, and his other gripped your arm.

“Sorry-“ you said quickly, face burning.

“I’m here, no worries.” He said softly. “No tienes que disculparte, tómalo con calma.” He added.

Hesitantly you leaned into him, still a bit mortified. Accepting help had never been easy- something about vulnerability always seemed to embarrass you. Despite that, it was something you still had to face regularly. Robbie, on the other hand, handled the situation well.

“I’ll get you to my car, you can wait as I clean up this mess.” His said seriously.

After a few stumbles you both made it to his car. It really was a sight to see, black paint glimmering faintly under the white light of the moon.

He opened the passenger side door, guiding you down. You mumbled half-audible thank-you’s and awkward apologies. His responses were gentle acknowledgments and variations of “It’s all good” and “You’re doing fine.” His soothes were comforting.

“Wait here.” he said. Robbie moved to the back of the car. You reached up again to touch the wound on your head and. flinched away from your fingers as they prodded the bruising gash. Robbie returned with a clean rag, some water, and a bit of medical tape. Kneeling in front of you he poured a bit of water onto the rag and handed it to you.

“Dk you know how to clean wounds?” He asked.

You nodded, the events of the night beginning to replay in your head. You were starting to process Robbie’s… flaming skull. Part of you wanted to chalk it up to some concussed, confused delusion, but you couldn’t. The heat, the charred bodies he’d tried to shield from you as he’d helped you up, they were real. They were too real to be anything else.

After a pause you took the rag, your shakiness having worsened. You tried to concentrate on steading your outstretched hand but it wasn’t working.

“Are you cold?” he said quickly, immediately shifting out of his jacket. A tight black t-shirt was revealed underneath.

“No, really, I’m fine, I don’t really know why I’m shaking so much.” You said with a slight, tense laugh, anxiety heightened as your experience hit you. You could feel your throat tighten. His coat was draped around your shoulders. It was a good lot too big, but you pulled it around you, the warmth making you feel safe.

You grabbed the rag. You poured some water on it and put it to your forehead. An audible wince left your mouth.

“It’ll hurt more if you don’t clean it properly.” He handed you the butterfly bandages with little emotion. “I’m gonna grab your bag.”

You stared blankly at him for a moment. Your eyes became faintly glassy.

He soon came back. You had watched him shove the content of your backpack into its rightful place.

He paused, looking at your cane broken on the floor. “You want me to grab this?”

You blinked vacantly. “Uh- No, that’s al- actually sure, I should- I should probably throw it away. No use leaving it here.” You added, the last part quiet.

He half-shrugged before picking your bag and the splintered wood up. Robbie handed you the backpack, which you gripped tightly, and threw the splintered cane in the back. You kept the rag pressed to your head, dabbing it every once in a while. He slammed the back door shut, making you jump. Your heart leapt from the startle.

He looked at you for a moment. “You ok?”

“Hmm? Yeah.” You said blankly, knuckles white as they gripped the bag.

He blinked before moving to the drivers seat. He opened the door, settling in. You watched him check his mirrors.

“Do you have anyone at home who could watch you?” He started, turning on the engine. “I don’t really know how hard you got hit, but I don’t think you’ll need to go to urgent care or anything” He didn’t look at you while he spoke. “Still, you should have someone watch you for a day or so- very least through the night.”

Meanwhile, you were lost in your own head. A distant look glazed your face as you stared at the dashboard. You couldn’t explain what had just happened. You’d heard rumors of course, of some kind of flame-skulled devil roaming at night, beating up anyone who caused trouble, but you’d assumed they were just stories to discourage thieves. But you saw something. The imagery of Robbie’s face slowly, agonizingly sewing itself up from the bone up into the face of your friend’s brother stuck with you. It kept replaying, the memory. You tensed.

“Y/N?”

He sounded like he was miles away.

“Hey, you with me?”

A gentle hand gripped your shoulder. You perked up, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Every time you thought of him, every time you looked at him, all you could think of was the skin and muscle reforming around his bones.

“Sorry?” You choked out, blinking.

“I asked if you had anyone at home to watch you.”

“Watch me?”

He opened his mouth to reply when you interrupted him.

“Oh- Oh you mean for the- for the concussion. Potential concussion? Sorry. No, but I should be fine.” You squinted, a sharp stinging coming from the gash on your head.

“I’ll take you back to my place then. I wasn’t planning on doing much anyhow.”

“No- no it’s fine, really, I don’t want to in-“

“With all due respect I’m not asking. Its not safe for a kid like you to be home alone, not after a hit like that.”

He still didn’t take his eyes off the road. You squirmed slightly, the pain from your head lessening as your usual pain returned.

The car ride felt quiet. You didn’t argue, just sat in awkward discomfort. You had so many questions. The thought of it all overwhelmed you. You could feel your eyelids droop every few minutes but you were still trying to keep yourself awake. Robbie’s jacket was draped around your shoulders. You felt a bit like a little kid kid. The warmth reminded you of falling asleep during car rides as a child and your (dad/mom/parent) carrying you in. Simpler times you thought, pulling the jacket further around you. You really wanted to confront him. Say something. Say anything about whatever you’d just witnessed.

After a bit of driving, you passed by a wall of graffiti. The ghost rider’s face was spray painted across it.

“Do you believe in the devil?” You blurted.

“What?” Robbie hadn’t been expecting the question.

“The devil. A devil. I’ve heard whispers of it around… a devil walking the streets.”

“I haven’t heard anything ab-“

You cut him off. “What happened to the bodies of the people who tried to… assault- rob- whatever- mug me?” You sounded accusatory.

“They’re face-down on the pavement.” He said sharply.

You paused. You couldn’t just be an ass about this- not after he saved you.

“…They looked charred.”

Silence.

Robbie spoke.

“You asked me if I believed in the devil, and I do. I do because there is one inside of me, itching to come out. Constantly. I was supposed to die in the accident that hurt Gabe, but something kept me here. And now he- whatever the hell he is- is in me. The ghost rider kept me alive with the exception that he must get to enact vengeance on whoever he sees fit.”

You dug your nails into your palms.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Y/N.”

Silence.

“I guess I didn’t expect you to tell me truth first try.” You said a bit more lightly.

“I guess I didn’t expect you to believe me.” He responded flatly.

“Does G-“ You started,

He slammed on the breaks, causing you to lurch forward. Before you could bark at him, he interrupted you.

“No. Gabe doesn’t know. And I don’t plan on tellin’ him. I promise you, you don’t want to tell him either.” There was a threat in there, somewhere.

“Jeez- I wasn’t fuckin’ plannin’ on it,” you exclaimed, “…scared the shit out of me…” you added more quietly.

“Your head ok?” His tone switched.

“Yeah.”

The two of you started driving again. Your head still throbbed, but you got the sense that you’d be taken care of. Robbie helped you into the house and got you settled on the couch, diligently waking you every few hours.

In the weeks, months even, following, you greeted Robbie with more warmth. You spent a lot of your time over with Gabe, and seeing the Ghost Rider sneak off every night was hard to keep to yourself. But in the end, you knew that was for the better.

Maybe getting the shit heat out of you wasn’t all that unlucky.

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