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Fated Mates 2

Ao’nung x fem! Human reader

Warnings ⚠️: Sex, p in v, fingering (bc Ao’s fingers make me drool), obviously these characters are aged tf up

Y’all I included a little tradition within a marriage ceremony (not Ao & Y/n) please someone tell me if its cute bc I thought it was but now idk, I need like hella reassurance for my skxawng ass.

As always, English text is stricken through, except a blurb where I wrote a note bc there is too much English and I refused to strike through a large some of text

I did make a tag list, but personally I don’t think it’s my forte so I don’t believe I’ll be doing it again, I hope y’all can understand🥺

Tag List 🏷️ @shit-i-say-shit-i-think @universal-s1ut @lili-flower03 @deadpool15

Translation Station

Ma’Sempul: My father

Ma’itan: My son

Tawtute: Sky Person (used as “human”)

Tsahik: Spirtual healer

Tsakarem: Tsahik in training

Kinä: Seven (7)

Tìyawn: Love (or “My Love”)

Oel ngati kameie: I see you

Tewng: Loincloth

Yawne: Beloved

Skxawng: Moron

Tsmuke: Sister

Tsmukan: Brother

Sa’nok: Mother

Word count: 7.9K not as long as the other one but still

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“How is she?”

“I’m sorry?” I asked confusion evident in my voice and face as he asks me that question, I turn to face my father as he fails at hiding the amused glint in his eye.

“The girl you have spent your nights with for the past month.” He states as a smile breaks out onto his features and I’m a blushing mess. There was no way for me to hide it since my face had already given it away but I tried to move this along smoothly.

“It’s enough that mom knows, now you. Must you ask such private questions?” I groaned internally, the only reason he could be commenting on it had to be because my mother was growing impatient at finding any new information about it.

“Must you always hide everything from us?” He asks

“Ma’Sempul- we’re hunting, is now the time to ask such questions.” I asked.

“I worry about you ma‘itan.” He places a hand on my shoulder before one of the men hiding a ways from us signals at us.

“Thats the signal, lets go,” I broke the conversation short as I dove, my father following behind me.

We’d gotten up extremely early for this hunt to be successful. Quite a few people had gotten married during the last couple weeks and we had the last of the group marrying today. Every day we gathered together, the male of the couple included, to hunt for the feast at our communal dinner, it was the last test that not only could he provide for his mate, but when extreme circumstances arose, he too could prove useful to the clan.

The male of the soon-to-be mated pair had to plan the hunt the day of their union. Plan out where we were to swim, what we were to hunt, and instruct us on skinning the creature and instruct us how to cook it. We prided ourselves in being the providers for our clan and taking care of our mate, the women stayed behind and prepared our work stations once we got back.

It was a beautiful thing to witness a union of two souls, the night was an entire celebration dedicated to them, their friends and family showing their support toward them. I couldn’t wait for Tsireya’s, I’m sure they would make the decision here soon but I wouldn’t know when.

Capturing the beast wasn’t easy, the human boy was assisting as well and proved useful to us. He was great at holding his breath underwater, not as strong as we were, but could definitely hold his own. He, Lo’ak, and Rotxo worked very well together and it prided me knowing that these were the great men who were a part of Y/n’s life.

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“Could we talk about something?” Tsireya asks and her face was filled with worry, maybe happiness, confusion? I was usually good at reading her but today I was off.

“That depends, if it’s about Lo’ak, I’d really prefer to not hear it.” Kiri states as she gathers the same sized seashells into a basket. These were going to be used as decoration for tonights union.

“Kiri, stop being rude.” I tease and playfully roll my eyes before turning to the beautiful teal goddess before me

“Is something bothering you?” I asked her as I continued weaving this humongous garment with Tsireya on the other side of it.

They had a tradition where the two stomp on the middle shell, which happened to be the larger one, and however many pieces it broke into represented the two of them as well as the children they were to have. They would then tie their favorite piece of the shell in their song cord, their children's song cord would start with a piece of the broken shell representing both parents becoming one. This garment was going to be thrown around the two who were finalizing their union today as a means to show the clan that they were coming together after they pick their favorite piece and the rest placed in a small container they would take home.

“It’s about Ao’nung,” She bites her lip and apologetically looks at me.

“There must be something interesting for you to want to talk about your brother,” Kiri mentions and I have to force an angry/disgusted look on my face to keep up with the appearance.

“If I could mentally ascend to Eywa right now, I would.” I commented and she smiles while shaking her head to herself.

“Well, he’s been seeing someone recently.” She admits and I fight the urge to freeze, seem curious, or appear affected by her words.

“The sooner he’s out of our hair the better.” I go back to focusing on the weaving and Kiri laughs at that.

“Isn’t that a good thing, ‘Reya?” Kiri asks her and Tsireya looks kind of bothered.

“Oh, sweets, I’m sorry. Don’t take my comments to heart, but it looks like its bothering you, is this a bad thing?” I asked as the small frown had already edged itself into my heart. She shakes her head at my question.

“No, it’s just-“ She sighs and stops weaving, considering this was a two-person job I too had to stop weaving. She lets out a big sigh but still seems saddened.

“You can tell us, we’ll stop being assholes about it.” Kiri speaks up.

“He’s just different is all.” She states and looks like she’s embarrassed for what she said and just about speaks again- more than likely to change the subject.

“Different how?” I ask and she closes her mouth and looks up at me, her eyes very thankful that I’d asked.

“He just seems more patient and kind. His temper isn’t as harsh as it used to be and he is even kinder to the children because of it. I can only assume it has to do with this person he meets up with.”

“But it bothers you?” I asked again and she shakes her head.

“No! This change is good, it is something he needs. But he has yet to share with me and this big secret has been going on for a month. We share everything together and not being let in on this secret makes me feel like he does not trust me.”

“Don’t say that, I’m sure he is just very nervous about it, or maybe this person is very shy? Don’t take it personal, ‘Reya, when he comes home tonight why don’t you ask him about it, if he doesn’t want to share let him know you’re there for him and he will share when he’s ready.” Kiri offers and I look back and smile at her words of wisdom. She always knew what to say to make anybody feel better.

“I am just too nervous to talk with him about it.” Tsireya mentions.

“Hey, remember how nervous you were when you talked to him about Lo’ak?” I asked her and she nodded.

“He might be feeling that same way, but he was supportive- or at least I think he was, because you’re courting Lo’ak now. I’m sure he’s more nervous to tell you than you are of asking him.” I told her and she nods in understanding.

Just then we all hear the sound of the horn signifying the return of the hunters. Tsireya turns and I take advantage of her eyes being off me to scan the crowd for her brother, unable to find him in the massive crowd of teal bodies, although Lo’ak stood out to me and so did Spider. I’m glad I had the weaved garment nearby as soon as Tsireya turns since my eyes looked at my finger positioning at the same time she turned.

“Don’t worry, Y/n, we’re almost done.” She reassures me and I look back up at her, nodding my head as we started weaving once more.

“How long does that usually take?” I asked her.

“It’s tradition for the tsahik to say a few words and bless the union of the pair. Then we celebrate all night with dancing, singing, drinking, it lasts a long time too.”

“How soon do you think they’ll have kids?” I ask in genuine curiosity before feeling Kiri’s lightest swat at the back of my head and Tsireya full on laughing.

“Sorry, I forget tawtute are more invasive than you guys, but I was genuinely curious Kiri, I swear I wasn’t making a joke.” I turned my head toward her as she was squatting behind me finishing separating the shells.

“It depends on them,” Tsireya answered.

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Eclipse was quick to come from the moment we’d all finished cooking and getting ready for the union. The couple always had the tsahik speak blessings on them just before eclipse started and once it was over the two would share with the clan the vows they choose to make for their partner.

After the vows are shared, the tsakarem- Tsireya- lays down the garment behind the two and they turn to step on the shell in the middle. At this very moment the two were sharing their vows about their love for each other and I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over and catch a glimpse of Y/n.

She had one of her hands covering her mouth in awe as her other hand wiped away the tears escaping her eyes. I could see her sniffle a bit to contain herself and Kiri leans over to pat the girls head gently. I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction toward the ceremony and felt my heart swell with pride at the absolute sweet heart she is.

The couple had turned around and broken the shell, Tsireya kneeling on the floor to count the pieces the shell had broken into.

“Kinä!” Tsireya yells as everyone cheers.

Seven, they’re going to have five children between the two, what a blessing! I turned with a slight smile of my own and capture Y/n’s eyes with my own and she lifts her hand to sign a quick Hello. I signed back and she smiles widely.

It doesn’t take long for the singing to begin after they had gathered their shell pieces and everyone stood up. This would be the perfect opportunity to slip away to the woods with Y/n. I capture her eyes once more and cock my head back toward the woods and she nods her head, turning back to pretend to be paying attention to whatever her brother was saying.

I’d started walking away first, knowing she’d have to find her own way out of the conversation she was in. We often did this to prevent anyone from noticing us slipping away together and starting a rumor that would spread faster than whatever rumor was started that morning.

I knew it would probably take a bit for her to come meet me in the clearing so I’d decided to lurk a bit closer toward the edge of the woods to just watch her. Only to flare my nose when I’d noticed Rotxo walk up to her, wondering what in the great mother he thought he was doing. I’d wanted to walk over to her and pick her up and away from his presence but I knew what would happen if I did.

I didn’t need to be upsetting my mother at this moment, not that I would have cared, but she was due to give birth soon. And having my sibling pop out while my mother was stressed wasn’t a good mix. I also didn’t want to embarrass Y/n in front of her family or let her sweet ears listen to whatever kind of messed up comments the clan would have to say. I also don’t want to upstage the happy couple that decided to stay for a while before heading off toward the spirit tree.

I could see Y/n laugh at whatever Rotxo had said and could feel the pure jealousy filling the pit of my stomach. He smiled at her reaction and seemed overall nervous, I was easily angered and my tail swayed furiously. He’d nodded at what she said and headed off before she looked around to make sure nobody was paying attention to her, once she was in the clear she started heading toward the wooded area again, I’d backed off from plain sight and started trudging my way toward the clearing.

I could hear her tiny footsteps walking near the clearing but I had my back turned toward her as I sat with my thoughts and fidgeted with my fingers. I truly did not want to be jealous, but I couldn’t help to feel that way, I had no idea what else to do.

“Guess who!” She had placed her hands over my eyes. She told me a little bit ago that tawtute often did this to one another, what for I can’t say, but it defeats the purpose when I know her smell, her voice, and I could hear her smacking her feet with every step.

“Tìyawn, you scare the sea life within a five mile radius with how loud you walk.” I stated as her arms slip from my sight, my eyes adjusting toward the bioluminescent lights provided by the plants around us, and her pouty face comes around to greet me. I smile softly and reach for her face, pulling her into a sweet short kiss, pulling back from her and staring at her eyes.

“That was mean.” She stated in fake hurt as she crossed her arms next, stomping her feet as she turned around, acting like a child. But I carefully snake my arm around her waist and pull her back toward me, kissing the back of her neck, her resolve crumbling.

“Thats loser talk, little one.” I nuzzle the back of her neck with my nose and she shivers at the touch, her smell was wonderful and it helped calm me down. I took a couple of sniffs before she pulled herself away from me.

“I need to talk to you about something,” She mentioned seriously and it made my heart drop.

“Does it have to do with why Rotxo was all over you?” I asked and felt like kicking myself in the face, she was confused and another emotion settled onto her features, but I couldn’t pinpoint what.

“Where you watching me?” She asks with a hint of something in her voice but it was frustrating me that I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“No,” I looked away from her gaze but she laughs lightly. Was this amusing to her?

“Look at me,” She stated so gently but I didn’t have to heart to, settling to looking at the ground, but feeling her soft hands on my cheeks as she turned my face to look at hers was making me feel shy.

“Hey,” She coo’s gently and I finally look at her. Her smile was still evident and she looks amused.

“I do not-“ I was cut off as she places the backs of her fingers on my mouth to shush me.

“Theres no need to be jealous, Ao’nung, Rotxo was telling me about how his situationship was going along. He’s confided in me as a friend.”

“I’m not jealous.” I scoff and look away before feeling her hands guiding my stare back toward her.

“No, of course not, my mistake.” She runs her thumbs against my cheeks lovingly that I couldn’t help but close my eyes and hum happily. “But you don’t have to worry about me being interested in anyone else, okay?” She makes it sound like a question but I know she wasn’t really awaiting an answer. I’d opened my eyes as she spoke but felt doubtful.

“But what if you find someone else?” I asked her and felt my insecurities rising.

“Never. I only see you, Tìyawn, only you.” She reassures me.

“Oel ngati kameie, little one,” I stated almost immediately after she had and we meet in the middle for a kiss.

“You know what we should do right now?” She asks me as she backs up from my lips and I pout slightly at the loss of her being so close.

“What?”

“Have sex in the water-“ She tries hiding her amusement but her eyes were twinkling.

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Further on closer toward the opposite edge of the woods where we’d come from are more walkways that reach smaller islands within the Metkayina and the other clans nearby. There was usually someone watching post nearby or walking around but due to the celebration, Tonowari was nice enough to let them have a small break and come down to have fun.

“There is something I wanted to tell you,” I stated while panting as his fangs tickled my neck.

“Mm,” He mutter mindlessly but his ears flicker up toward me to listen.

“Your dad is hot-“ I hold back a giggle as he makes a disapproving look, his lips swollen from our heavy make out session, biting my lip as I look down at his mouth and back up his eyes.

“Yeah?” His eyes darkened as his head tilts to the side, hands gingerly gripping my thighs and dragging me toward him. “Why is that?” He asks with a finger on my chin, making sure I don’t shy away from his intense eye contact.

“The tattoo’s that cover his face, he’s very kind, his voice is deep, he’s very strong.” I listed while staring right at Ao’nung, his smirk settling in his face.

“I’ve got tattoos on my face.” He stated as his hands start running across my thighs softly.

“Not very many,” I retort and his big hands start caressing my inner thighs.

“Am I not kind to you, little one?” He asks while kissing at my jaw line and once again down my neck, his fingers dangerously close to where I needed them.

“I-I guess-“ I gasp as he finally pushes my tewng to the side and glides his thumb over my clit.

“Is my voice not deep when I pleasure you?” He asks straight into my ear and plunges one finger straight in and I couldn’t help but moan.

“Hmm?” He grazes my g-spot and I shudder under him, closing my eyes and enjoying his ministrations. I feel his finger remain still and it causes me to open my eyes again.

“Yes!” I whine and he chuckles.

“Look at how pathetic you are and I’ve only used one finger. Do you really think you could handle my father?” He asks cockily.

“Just want you-“ I groan as he slides a second finger in.

“Hmm, are you certain?” He purposely curls them over my G-spot, not even bothering to thrust them anymore, just moving them over my spongey spot repeatedly.

“Am I too weak for you?” He asks and pecks my lips.

“N-no,“ I try concentrating on my words but concentrate on bucking my hips instead, eyes closed tightly, grasping onto his arm for dear life as he continues pleasuring me.

“Fuck,” I moan out loudly and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“I thought you wanted to do this in the water.”

“Hmm,” I buck my hips against his fingers.

“You gonna come?” He asks and I only nod my head as much as I could just to feel the orgasm ripped away from me as he removes his fingers. But before he says anything I crawl on his lap kissing him and grinding myself over his noticeable bulge.

“It almost feels like you prefer me over my father,” He teases while sliding me against his body as he stands, discarding his tewng in the sand, and walking into the water.

“Wait what about mine-“ I asked but it was too late.

“Just in case anyone comes by unexpectedly, you’ll be safe.” He kisses me and bites my bottom lip teasingly.

“I do prefer you over your father,” I wrapped my arms around his neck answering his previous question.

“I’m not convinced,” he once again moves my tewng to the side, and pushes his penis in one go, after having done this for the past month its safe to say he fits well, and the initial sting does bother me but it doesn’t hurt as bad as before when we’d first done it.

“Oh shit-“ I gasp and shut my eyes and squeeze my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms squeezing his neck, his own hands squeezing my hips.

“You feel so good little one, such a good girl taking my cock like that,”

I tried not to react to what he was saying but I’m sure my pussy was giving it away, his smirk returning on his face causing me to shiver.

“You like that?” He asks but doesn’t giving me a chance to answer before thrusting his hips upward.

“W-wait!” I whine as he continues thrusting rapidly, feeling my orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, pretty girl, all mine.” He grows into my ear and the possessiveness coming from it makes me moan loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” The mantra spills out of my lips so easily and I can hear him grunting with every thrust.

“Touch me, little one, touch my ears-“ He begs and his hands squeeze my hips harder, but I bring my hands up to caress his ears, somehow he thrusts even faster and his hips are meeting mine.

“Fuck!” I yell as his pelvis strokes my clit deliciously with how deep, fast, and hard he was going. I could feel his ears trembling under my touch and the most unexpected constant flow of whimpers coming from his mouth.

“Such a good girl, wanna paint your pretty walls with my come-“ He mutters.

“Come Ao’nung, please!” I cry as I feel myself being tipped over the edge, his own orgasm chasing after mine. I was always curious about their come, it had a slight blue glow to it, shining very brightly in the night.

“You’re wild, Tìyawn,” He states as he gently pulls out, sweeping his fingers inside to make sure to get all of his come off me.

“Do you think your dad fucks as hard as you do?”

He splashes water in my face and I can’t help but laugh at my own comment and the disapproving look he’d given me.

“I only see you, yawne.” I repeat to him and kiss him.

“I only see you, little one.” He connects our foreheads together and I feel at peace as I hold onto him.

“I want to stay like this forever,” I hum in appreciation as he gently runs one of his hands against my back.

“I know but we need to go back soon. We can’t get caught.”

“Speaking of getting caught, when should we tell Tsireya?” I asked as I remembered the conversation we were having at the beach earlier today and the real reason I’d told him I needed to tell him something.

“Are you sure you want to tell her? She can be a loud mouth.” He stated and I pout a bit.

“She mentioned noticing a change in you this past month but was upset that you haven’t told her anything. She would keep our secret.” I stated as he begins walking out of the water.

“Is it something you are sure about?” He asks and I just look at him in surprise.

“Is it something you want to tell her? She is your best friend.” I add on to earn sympathy points from him.

“I do,” He nods. “But, I worry that my mom will find out,”

“No wait, I care more about you than what my mother thinks, but-“

“I know, she’s still scary,” I smile up toward him to let him know I wasn’t offended by his words. His feet had finally touched the sand and I try wriggling off of him.

“Lets stay like this until we get back.”

“You’re naked right now. Nobody else can see you like this.” I narrowed my eyes at him and he just smiles, planting a kiss on my mouth.

“Weren’t you the one who said there was no need to get jealous?”

“I will cut your dick off.”

“You’d wrap those pretty lips around it before you cut it off, little one,”

“Stooop!” I blushed at his words.

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“Oh, Hey! Where have you been?” Tsireya had turned right after I tapped her arm gently to gain her attention since she’d been dancing with a group of friends. These girls were friends from her childhood and were known to be gossipers but appeared to have drank a little much at the same time given their sways. I was just thankful we were closer toward the edge of the crowd and not near the singers where it was hard to hold a conversation.

“Could I introduce you to someone?” I’d asked her in a hushed voice. I wanted to be careful with how I’d stated anything around her friends since I had no intention of allowing them to overhear our conversation. I also didn’t want to risk them hearing anything and getting the wrong idea, or allowing their liquid courage to give them any reason to follow us, I just wanted to tell Tsireya, nobody else.

After getting out of the water we’d sat back in the clearing to dry off but her hair seemed to be drying at a slower pace than normal, probably due to no sun or heat being available, and my mind had shifted toward what she had said at the cave where tawtute were sensitive to temperatures. I’d asked her if she wanted a blanket to wrap herself around but she’d refused until I told her I would find Tsireya and bring her over where I felt her shivering and decided to grab a blanket from our marui, bringing it over so she could warm up while I left her to find my sister.

My sisters face goes blank before being switched over toward a new emotion that settles on her face that she fails to hide but she nods either way. She’d turned toward her friends saying I had shown up to escort her home since she had to start early tomorrow morning. It was a wonderful excuse in order for her to part from them, but that meant our trek over toward the clearing would have to take a little longer getting there.

We’d walked in silence toward the marui’s before making sure her friends could not see us anymore to give them the impression that we’d gone home. She pauses behind a random marui but I’m thankful she signs since it is uncertain if anybody else was at home or not.

Where is she? Her giddy smile and the excitement glowing in her eyes were a testament to how she felt at the moment.

She’s in the clearing, we’ll have to walk for a bit. I signed back and turned around to start walking over, and I’m certain she was following behind.

It was just now that I could feel my heart pounding in my chest with each step we took, getting closer to the clearing had my stomach tumbling too, my airway felt constricted and my mouth was dry. I decided to take a deep breath to try to calm myself and slowly exhaled.

“I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone. You can’t tell your friends at all, you can’t even tell Lo’ak, we’re trying to hide it from mom.” I admitted as we continued walking, we were a littlw ways out from the clearing and all I could think was if this was a good idea or not.

“If that is what you wish I will not tell a soul, but are you certain you want me to meet her?” The lightest touch on my arm caught my attention and I turned, noticing she’d stopped.

No matter how bad she’d wanted to know a secret anyone was hiding, she always made sure to keep her nose out of it, she would always wait for someone to approach her and never shared that secret with anyone else, always keeping it. When we were smaller, our mother forbid me to go hunting with the bigger kids because she knew I’d get hurt, let’s just say I didn’t listen to her and definitely got hurt. Tsireya had walked in on my arm bleeding from a cut I got from coral - since I tried wooing the people I was with- as I searched the salves my mother kept in a box. She’d taken the paste away from my hand and grabbed another one that looked completely different and handed it to me, putting the other one in its place.

She even took the time to place the smallest bits of seaweed on it to help the paste stay in the cut. She’d spent the entire day standing next to me to cover her work so our mother wouldn’t yell at me. She refused to leave my side when her friends called and when our mother asked us why she was stuck on my side she said it was because she loved me.

“I can turn back if you want, no matter how bad I want to know who she is, I can wait.” She adds again and doesn’t even bother trying to sneak a peek around me.

“You’re my best friend, there is nobody else I’d want to introduce her to.” I reassure her and turn to walk again. We were nearing the clearing and I could catch a hint of her wrapped in my blanket.

“Just promise you won’t tell a soul, not even Eywa,” I whispered and she pokes my back for fun.

“Eywa knows all.” She jokes as she whispers back and we are finally here.

“Little one,” I called out to her and she turns her head to face me, her back stiffened as she stands even straighter, Tsireya remained behind me and hadn’t stepped out.

“I brought my sister.” I motion for her to come closer and she does, her footsteps being soft and calculated, she also seemed nervous.

“You ready, ‘Reya?” I asked as I tilted my head back so she could see me, she gives me a nod, and her eyes widened as I stepped out of her way, falling upon the tawtute in a shocked manner. She turns to look between myself and Y/n before uttering her first word.

“Ahh,” It was as if she’d had a sudden moment of clarity as her eyes settled back on Y/n. I could tell ma’tìyawn was letting the doubt fill in, her eyes were knitted upward as she stared up at my sister.

“Hi sweets,” She spoke nervously.

“This actually makes sense.” Tsireya states as if she were in a trance.

“You came back home hours after the storm had stopped, why ai couldn’t find her a little after you’d disappeared, why you’re nicer!” She poked my arm excitedly.

“You are courting my favorite tawtute!” She yells happily and I’m only thankful to Eywa for a celebration happening at this moment, if not I was sure everyone in the clan had heard her.

She had turned and ran up toward my tawtute, picking her up and squealing happily, I could feel my heart slowing down and my stomach settling, a cool feeling overtaking my once erratic nerves as I see the two embracing, a smile settles on my features as the two most important women in my life were embracing each other.

“I was so scared to tell you!” Y/n stated as she too seemed to be at ease.

“I should have pieced it together, but this is a good thing! You’re making him much less grumpy! Only the sweetest of souls could do that, and I should have known it was you!” Tsireya settles her down again as she sits down, crossing her legs.

“Tell me, is he hitting it right?” Tsireya asks and Y/n blushes.

“Who taught you that!” Y/n asks as Tsireya giggles.

“The person whose currently hitting this-“ She points at herself.

“Ugh, gross, Tsireya, don’t taint my tawtute.” I roll my eyes at the conversation being had in front of me.

“I knew you guys were boning,” Y/n comments back with a smile of her own.

“Yawne, thats gross,”

“Awe! Yawne?” Tsireya asks with the widest smile.

“I shouldn’t have let you two meet.” I sigh and place my hand over my face while shaking my head in disappointment.

“I thought you’d hate me for keeping this secret.”

“No no, you have every right to, have you told anyone else?”

“We haven’t told anyone else but we want to eventually, we’re taking small steps.” I speak up and Tsireya nods.

“Come sit,” Y/n pats the grass beside her, I walk over and sit where she’d pointed to and grab her, sitting her on my lap, my arms wrapped around her blanketed form. Tsireya cooing at how cute she thought this whole thing was, it made me blush for sure, I could only imagine my tawtute’s face at the comments. We’d enjoyed each others company throughout the rest of the night.

Walking back toward the back end of the Marui’s we reach the walkways where Y/n stops, turning to face me and taking the blanket off of herself, handing it over to me. I take it and shamelessly smell it, smiling at the change in smell, what once smelled like me now has a hint of her in it. I squat on my toes to kiss her and she wraps her arms around my neck.

“I’ll miss you tonight.” I kiss her forehead.

“We’ll see each other tomorrow,” She lets out a light laugh and I kiss her again.

“You do know your sister is still watching, hmm?” She asks and I kiss her once more.

“Thats her problem.” She takes her arms away from my neck and steps back.

I’ll miss you tonight. She signs with a bright blush on her face and I could only imagine my sister was looking at her, I was correct since I heard the slightest of Awe’s from behind me.

I’ll miss you more I signed back at her and she waves before turning to walk toward the Sully marui.

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*this whole conversation is in English until you wake up in the morning, ok? I’d rather make a note here than using strike through on all of the text*

“And where do you think you’ve been?”

I’d long since frozen upon seeing his tall build standing near the walkway, nowhere close to where the entrance of our marui was, just far enough away from being heard from anyone inside it. I could have turned back and walked from where I came but I was sure he’d follow regardless, and I knew Ao’nung and Tsireya weren’t out of sight yet.

“Enjoying the nice fresh air, whats wrong with you?” I asked him, trying to play it off like it was nothing.

“No, because I saw you walk toward the woods earlier, but didn’t see anyone else. I can only assume whoever you went to meet had already gone ahead of you.”

I kept my face as neutral as possible, trying to think of a way out of this situation, but my mind was drawing blanks. If he saw me going into the woods then I’d have to find a way to lie about why I was there.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” I scoff and roll my eyes. “But the tree’s remind me of being in the forest. It helps bring my mind at ease during social situations where I feel like I’m suffocating-“

“You really can’t lie your way out of this, lets try that again.”

“I swear, for being born two minutes later you’re the biggest pain in my ass.”

“I may be younger but I’m wiser-“

“No you aren’t, skxawng.”

“You’ve got an answer for me or do I need to find it out myself and follow you around the entire island?”

“With your clear threat, I can only imagine you have a vague idea of why I’m out here.”

“Not really but you buried yourself into a hole with that comment.”

“Spider-“ I stated angrily and pause to try to calm myself down.

“You never hide anything from me, Y/n, I’ve given it some time but I’m worried about you. You disappear several times a day and reappear even more tired. Is someone making you do something, or are you sick and you’re afraid to tell us?”

“Who is all home right now?” I asked aloud and Spider sighs.

“Jake, Neytiri, and Tuk. She got tired and they came back home. Lo’ak and Kiri were staying a bit longer but they should be coming home soon.”

“Give me until tomorrow afternoon and I can answer that question for sure.”

“Y/n-“ He stated immediately before I held my hand up to stop him from continuing.

“I am not being threatened to doing anything, I can assure you I’m fine, I just need to think about it, okay?”

He nods warily as I sigh.

“Just until tomorrow.” He agrees. Spider knew my body language well enough to understand when I’d been lying, but to also tell if I was okay, which I assume he got the hint and thats why he agreed.

“I’m tired, we should go sleep.” I suggested to move this along and he nods, walking over toward the entrance of the marui, and pushing aside the curtain covering the entrance.

Falling asleep had proven to be harsh as I continued tossing to find a comfortable position and no longer finding it comforting after getting settled, leaving me to turn once more and the cycle continued for a while. Jake and Neytiri had already put Tuk in bed and had stayed up until Lo’ak and Kiri came in.

We all talked in hushed voices about how special their ceremony was and how many people they talked to. It didn’t take long for them to have fallen asleep as they were probably tired and I was left to fend for myself. I’d had just about enough of not getting comfortable and stepped out of the marui, surprised that I’d managed to struggle all night since the daylight was starting to creep up onto the water.

I carefully and quietly walked over toward the beach and sat with my back against a tree. Staring out into the water and taking a second to enjoy the tranquility of the gentle waves rolling about, wetting the sand of the shoreline.

“You’re up early,”

“We need to talk.” I stated curtly before turning to make direct eye contact with him, his face had a slight smile but I could tell it had fallen at my tone.

“Whats wrong?” He asked as he squats near me.

I let out a sigh before telling him what had happened right after he dropped me off. I didn’t forget to mention that I’d told my brother I’d give him some kind of answer in the afternoon and Ao’nung smiled weakly toward me.

“What?” I asked.

“We might need to come clean to the whole group.” He suggests and I’m sure the look on my face showed how scared I was.

“Hey, it doesn’t matter what anyone says, I won’t leave you, little one.”

“Thats not what I’m worried about.”

“Then what?” He asks and looks like he’s about to grab onto my arm comfortingly before I see another teal body coming up and my instant reaction is to shake my head at the action, his arm was only slightly outstretched and I am thankful to all of my senses at that moment

“What are you doing?”

Both our heads snap back up toward the woman standing beside us, her own eyes narrowed as she looks directly at me, then sliding back to her son waiting for his response. I should have known she wouldn’t be talking to me and I’m sure if she were she’d believe I was lying.

“Just asking if we were still meeting up later.” He lies through his teeth and I felt a sense of pride run through me. His mother shifts her gaze at me as if to ask ‘alone?’ I couldn’t help but continue staring at her.

“Tsireya told Kiri to convince Y/n to come,” He adds to let her know we weren’t meeting alone and she turns to look at her son and nods as of she were still processing what he’d said. I turn to look at him as his gaze shifts toward mine and he seems panicked. I raised my brow and look at the sand again, essentially telling him to calm down.

“Very well.” She stated and holds an outstretched hand for him to go toward her. “Excuse us, Y/n,” she bows her head lightly and it shocks me at the respect she had just given me, but I have to remind myself its to keep up appearances.

I’d taken it upon myself to head back to the marui to wake everyone up and get started on our day considering we were slightly busy. The quicker we finished our share of work the more time we could spend together and the best opportunity to tell them while everyone else- including Ao’nungs mother- would continue being busy with their works.

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“Where have you been?” Tsireya asks as if to scold me for being the only one to have joined the group late.

“I had to throw our mother off my scent. She already caught us this morning.” I explained and her ears flicker upward.

“Technically I have, like, thirty seconds left before I can tell you-“ I can hear my tawtute speaking as her brother looks angrily toward her. Out of habit, I froze and pretended my attention was elsewhere, completely forgetting for a bit why we were all gathered here.

“Thats bullshit Y/n, tell me what stupid thing you’re hiding.”

“I told you I would let you know if I decided to tell you, not that I would for sure tell you!” She yells back at him.

“Well its already been thirty seconds.” Spider crosses his arms and stares at his tsmuke awaiting an answer.

“It’s been fifteen-“ She sticks her tongue out at him.

“It’s been thirty seconds, Yawne.” I agree with her brother aloud and Spider completely misses the point of what I’d said as he shouts a victory toward Y/n.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” She stated calmly toward me.

Kiri had stood with her mouth agape as Spider just raised a brow at his sister- still missing how we were acting toward each other. Rotxo had his mouth open while forming a shocked smile, looking between us and Kiri. Lo’ak seemed to have just caught on to what was said as his brows furrow.

“Wait a minute- Yawne?” Spider finally catches on and looks between us in shock and I felt like now would have been a perfect time for Kiri to laugh, but I’m assuming it came as too much of a shock for everyone.

“No way-“ Spider states shocked.

“Oh my Eywa,” Kiri places her hands over her mouth but fails to hide her excitement as she lets out a small squeal.

“I should have known someone tamed the beast,” Rotxo comments with a smirk as he shakes his head in surprise.

“Are you serious?”

All heads turned toward the forest boy who’d uttered those words. It definitely didn’t sound like he had been too happy to find out, but he wasn’t yelling about it either, his voice definitely held a calm tone to it, but it was impossible to ignore the harshness that came with it.

“Lo’ak,” Tsireya begins as his eyes go over toward hers.

“You knew?” He asks in disbelief and her ears flicker down a bit, her face changing to show her apology.

“She only found out yesterday, Lo.” Y/n states upon seeing my sisters immediate change in mood.

“You mean to tell me you told Tsireya before telling anyone else?” He asks a little louder this time.

“Maybe now you can see why we decided to tell her?” She sasses back at Lo’ak.

“Look, Y/n,” He pinches the bridge of his nose as he exhales. “Theres no way you can be with this-“ He points toward me and stops talking.

“You loved my brother.” He stated firmly.

“Yes, I do love Neteyam. But I love Ao’nung too.”

“No you don’t.” He stated just as quick. “You think you do, but you don’t.”

“You love me?” I asked in shock.

“Not now,” She states at me while holding her hand up to acknowledge me but continuing to stare at Lo’ak. “You cannot tell me what I feel. Or are you suddenly becoming your dad and think you know whats best for me?” She asks in anger.

“Guys, we should take a second to cool down.” Kiri breaks their angered animosity toward them and both Lo’ak and Y/n’s faces soften.

“I just-“ Lo’ak states as a sudden realization hits him and he sighs. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, especially since you’ve been hurt before when you didn’t even get to say goodbye. And especially with him.” Lo’ak looks toward me but I can understand why.

“Lo,” Y/n stated softly as she walks toward him and hugs him, knowing how close they were and their kind of relationship I had no reason to be jealous, but wondered if he would hurt her due to his anger from before.

“You’re my tsmukan. And I loved your tsmukan. But moving on is part of the healing.” She stated and he wraps his arms around her.

“I’m sorry,” He apologizes.

“He is good to me, I promise.”

“Sometimes it feels like Lo’ak is a better brother than I am, should I have reacted that way-“ Spider started before letting a loud oof escape his lips, nobody spared him a glance as it was obvious Kiri had smacked him upside the head.

“You break her heart, and I’ll break your face with my fists.” Lo’ak threatens as Y/n giggles.

“I am aware of my actions from the past and have also asked for an apology from all of you. I do not plan to break that trust nor break your tsmuke’s heart. I would also like to point out I was not expecting to be hit in the face that time.” I stated and could hear my tawtute giggling.

“Don’t feel sorry for yourself now Tìyawn,” I can feel her little fingers on my face as I’d failed to hear her come up to me for the first time. She’d stood on a rock behind me to reach me and I’d taken her by the waist to slide her off the rock and holding her close onto myself.

“He hit me many times-“ I pouted and she started laughing.

“Yes, I praised him when I heard the story,”

“Hey!”

“Hey.” She pecks my lips and a chorus of eww’s are heard from our friend group.

“Not like you all don’t kiss each other anyway-“ She sticks her tongue out at them and its my turn to join in on the laughter.

“Are you planning on telling sa’nok and sempul too?” Lo’ak asks and Y/n’s face falls slightly again.

“We’re trying to keep that from happening. Ronal is definitely the last person that needs to know and if we told your parents I’m sure they’d tell her next. And I don’t want to face Neytiri’s wrath from another native woman again.” She shivers and I can tell its a sore subject for her.

“She’ll find out eventually, but it’ll be too late by then, Tìyawn. And I’m not letting you go either, yeah?”

“Yeah,” She agrees as I set her down.

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HE WOULD HAVE

Request: could you maybe do an angst fic for eddie? idk just some fighting because he’s jealous. but honestly everything will be great, i love your writing

Summary: Eddie can't stand how close Y/n and Steve have become, mainly because he knows he can't compete with the latter. Not knowing how to handle himself, Eddie pours his heart out in the most inappropriate moment.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: angst

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Requested by: anon

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Warnings: swearing, alcohol, blood, wounds

A/N: this is way longer than I expected. I love how I exclusively get angsty requests. Good to know everyone's aware of my incapability to write anything happy lmaoooo. Anyway, thanks for the request lovely anon, enjoy<3

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"Woah... Woah woah— wait! Hold up!" I frowned at the compass, my hand raising in order to give a visual aid to my order.

Robin and Eddie didn't miss a beat before halting their oars, turning around to check on me. Nancy and Steve were already peaking at the gadget over my shoulders, as confused as I was.

"It's... Here?" Nancy questioned, more than declared, shifting her position to lean out of the boat, staring into the darkness of Lover's Lake.

"Can't be." Steve shook his head in the negative, scooting closer from behind in order to take the compass from my hand.

"No, actually, it could." my upper body rotated to meet Steve's eyes, my fingernail tapping on the edge of the boat. "Underwater. Eddie?" I'm called out, switching both my attention and my line of vision toy long haired friend. "Where did Patrick..." My question died in my throat at the sight of the boy's eyes digging holes into Steve. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's great, Y/n. I'm having the time of my life." He quipped, briefly meeting my eyes, just to look away as soon as I parted my lips. "Patrick died here, if that's what your question." he killed two birds with one stone, taking the chance to both reply to my unasked inquiry and to refrain my response to his comment.

"So" Robin cleared her throat, eyes rapidly shifting from my form to Eddie's, to Steve's and then to Nancy's. "It's underwater, right? Right" she pointed animatedly below us. "Here."

"Has to be." Nancy's absentminded attitude switched fast as lightning right as I felt movement behind me. "Steve, what are you doing?"

"Someone's gotta go down there. Check this thing out." I looked over my shoulder to see the boy taking off his shoes and socks.

"No." I denied, reaching out to hold him down by his forearm, stopping him from standing up. "Why's it always gotta be you?"

"Well, unless any of you can top being Hawkins High swim team co-captain—"

"Was I not the other co-captain, Harrington?" My whine earned me a groan from Steve.

"Yeah, but you're not a certified lifeguard, are you?" The boy reasoned, lightly slapping my hand away from his arm.

I resigned myself, sharing a concerned look with Nancy, and proceeded to abandon the thwart in order to give them both some space cramped boat, which left me kneeling in front of both Robin and Eddie. The younger girl took a sudden interest in the walkie as soon as I searched for the metalhead's face.

"How are you holding up?" He shrugged, his hands turning fidgety with his rings while he so obviously refused to meet my gaze, or even communicate with me.

I knew it wasn't the time to confront him about the attitude —we had other priorities, and pressing him into talking to me around people he barely trusted would be fruitless—; yet, it had been an ongoing problem since we found him in back that shack, getting worse and worse.

I sighed in defeat, pursing my lips in a tight line before going back to my previous place; this time, only Nancy sat by my side, eyes glued on her wristwatch while we waited for Steve to return.

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

"How long?" Robin's words broke an ominous silence that could have lasted anything from twenty seconds to two hours.

"Closing in on a minute." Wheeler finally peeled her eyes from the damn watch, looking around with visible worry.

"Okay, that's it." We three turned in shock to Y/n, ever the impatient one, who was already discarding her shoes.

"Woah— nonononono." My heart stammered against my chest, hands in the air, prompting Y/n to stay sat, something she obviously didn't do.

"'nonononono' what?" She spat, getting rid of her jacket. "You want him to drown?"

"Y/n. stay in the fucking boat." Though I attempted to sound assertive, it most likely came off as a plea.

A frown darkened her gaze, her movements coming to a halt for a millisecond. "Nance?" She called, not averting her sorry eyes from me.

"One minute and twenty seconds." The girl announcement cued a deafening silence, charged with anticipation.

Y/n's sweater landed on my lap, making me shoot up to take a firm grasp of her wrist, and earning a wave of complaints from the girls in the boat due to the wobbling caused by my impromptu movements.

"Guys, stop!"

"Eddie sit down!"

"Let go of my wrist!"

"I'm not letting you jump in there!"

A loud splash at my right tore a collective shriek out of us four, immediately ceasing the ruckus.

"What's going on in here?" A breathless Harrington found himself hanging on the side of the boat after a couple of strokes, curious eyes observing both Y/n and me, quickly putting two and two together. "Sit down, Jesus Christ." The fact that Y/n complied when Steve asked her to do what I had just requested from her seconds ago only fueled my resentment towards the pair. "I found it." He announced, taking the hand Y/n was offering him. "It's pretty damn big."

His last word was followed by a yank, strong enough to momentarily pull Harrington's head and Y/n's hand and forearm underwater.

Once he resurfaced, we all shared a panic-stricken look.

"The hell was that..." I muttered, fearing the possibility of my words disturbing whatever was below us.

Nancy shook Y/n's shoulder I'm distress, snapping her out of her paralyzed state. "C'monshitc'mon." The y/h/c girl took a firmer hold of Steve's forearm, planting her foot on the gunwale in order to use her whole body to pull him up.

Horrible decision, really.

They were there and...

Splash.

They weren't there anymore.

And oh, how I would wish to say I didn't think twice before throwing myself into the cold, unwelcoming water of Lover's Lake to save the girl I held so close to my heart, but I didn't.

I froze, a string of unintelligible curses dripping from my lips, hands on my head while Nancy Wheeler dove in headfirst, closely followed by Robin.

Fuck.

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READER'S P. O. V.

"—Y/n! For fuck's sake—" I found myself gasping for the intake of foul air in a world that didn't look like ours, a hand clad in chunky rings forcing me to sit up. "There you go." Eddie's voice sounded somewhat distant, yet my eyes caught him knelt right by my side. "You fucking idiot."

"Shut up." Eddie's frightened eyes shifted from my frame to something behind me, right before my back was met with yet another pair of hands.

"C'mon, dummy." Robin spoke, helping Eddie pull me up.

"Where's Steve?" I took an startled look around, not missing how Eddie's hand quickly slipped away from my arm at the mention of my friend. I tried to ignore the muttered bitter words that accompanied the lack of touch.

"Steve's fine, though he may have..." Robin confirmed, sneaking an apprehensive look at Eddie. "... Rabies. Anyways, gotta run!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

"You sure you can walk?" Even his tone annoyed me. "You hit your head pretty hard. You may have a concession."

"Conc—" Y/n's snort made me peek over my shoulder with yearn and jealousy. She, Steve and Nancy sat under the rock. "Steve, it's a concussion." Her hand landed on his shoulder and I had to look away. "I swear I'm fine." Ahead of me, Robin watched with knowing eyes, the same she gave Wheeler.

God, did that suck.

Soon enough, we were advancing through the woods, Nancy leading the march with Robin trailing after her; not so far behind, Y/n ambled, taking in her surroundings as if we were in a field trip.

Maybe she did have a concussion.

I should check on her, I thought, before Steve can do so. I trotted towards the girl, who, as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, gave me a half smile.

"Hey, uh," I rubbed my hands together, eyes fixed on the ground in order to avoid those creepy vines. "You okay?"

She hummed affirmatively, "got a couple of scratches and my head hurts, but could be worse." I nodded, feeling her y/e/c irises scrutinizing me. "You?"

"Good— yeah, I'm good." Fuck, it was so difficult to communicate with her these days, and the nasty feeling that corroded my insides and fed my insecurities whenever Harrington got a bit too close to her didn't help one bit either.

Flashes of all the small moments I had seen them share those past few days hit me like a ton of bricks. Since when were they so close? And when had Steve 'the hair' Harrington turned out to be a good guy? And why the hell would Y/n put herself in danger for him?

Worst thing was, a part of me knew he would have done the same for her.

"I'm sorry I didn't throw myself into that damn lake without missing a heartbeat, okay?"

My heart stammered, eyes opening wide as I fought the urge to freeze. The words had come out in a passive-agressive grumble I couldn't manage to stop from spilling out. I didn't need to raise my gaze from the dirt to know that Y/n looked at me like I had grown two heads.

"No one expected you to dive in." Deep down, I knew she had the best intentions by saying that; she was trying to make me feel better about quite literally forsaking her earlier, but the wording...

"Yeah, 'cause why would anyone expect me to do something heroic, right?" Shut up shut up shut up, I internally yelled at myself; not only did I not listen, but also started to raise my voice "Leave that for King Steve, am I right?"

"woah— okay, enough."

Y/n had been patient for the time they had spent on me. She was understanding of my situation, but I was out of line, and she could only take so much.

"Everything good there?" Steve had most likely caught on the conversation; he was just a few feet behind.

"Peachy." Y/n deadpanned. When I finally met her gaze, I regretted every word that I had just vomited. "Where's this even coming from?"

Terrified of being confronted by Y/n, I attempted what I had found out I did best; run away.

Her hand got a firm hold of my leather jacket's sleeve before I could go far. "Don't you dare."

"You were sooo ready to dive in for him." Please stop talking, please stop talking.

"I'd have jumped for any of you." Her brows were knitted and her jaw clenched, and I knew I was on the wrong but why did she have to look at me as if I was making things up? "Steve just happened to be in the fucking water, y'know, since he volunteered to do the dangerous shit."

" 'since he volunteered to do the dangerous shit.' " I bitterly mocked her words, yanking my arm away from her grasp, and wishing for the foreign ground to swallow me.

"Can you stop with whatever's going on?"

"Nothing's going on."

She threw her hands in the air, overcompensating for my uncharacteristic lack of dramatism "you're being annoying now."

"If I'm so annoying, why don't you go talk to Harrington?" I tried to hide my pain with a scornful visage.

For better or for worse, she was having none of it.

"Fuck you!" She sped up the pace, walking backwards in order to face me. "I almost got beaten up, saw a person die," she enumerated with her fingers, attracting the attention of the remaining three people with us, "had to run for my life— have you seen me run, Eddie?" She scoffed. "Got dragged into a DIFFERENT." Clap "FUCKING." Clap "DIMENSION!" Clap. "through the dirtiest lake and nearly DIED! so EXCUSE ME if I decide to skip this bullshit argument you're trying to drag me into." She shook her head in disappointment, turning her heel. "Hey Robin, Nance! hold up!"

Could this be any worse?

"Trouble in paradise?" I felt a wave of shame washing over me at Steve's cautious tone.

"Huh?"

"You and Y/n."

"What about me and Y/n?"

Steve quirked an eyebrow at my pretended nonchalant demeanor. "Listen man," he briefly motioned at Y/n, walking crestfallen between the two girls.

From that perspective, we could see the gashes on her back from those weird bats.

"You know where she should be?" I could only deny with my head, spinning my rings. "Italy."

Holy shit.

My brain would never understand how school could make English such a boring subject. I knew I'd be good at it otherwise, but it was so. Fucking. Boring.

"Eddie, focus." Y/n's whisper, appropriately loud for the library, did little to snap me out of my lethargy. It did remind me, though, that I was not alone in the calvary that turned out to be an English study session.

"I'd kill to travel the world." My whine made Y/n stared at me dumbfounded. "What's your dream destination?"

"... What?" The girl was not quite used to my random changes of topic, yet, she never told me off for distracting her and myself.

"Dream destination." I repeated with an excited smile. "Which place you'd sell your soul to visit?"

"Hmmm" she mused, gnawing the cap of her pen. "Probably Italy, but I doubt I'll ever have enough money to go."

"But your place popped up in the news, and bam! Henderson calls me." Steve pretended to pick up an imaginary phone, imitating Dustin's voice. "'A college girl named Y/n's asking about Eddie. What do I do?' and I thought, damn." He stopped me by placing the back of his hand in front of me. "She gave that up to help you."

"Well, now I just feel even shittier." I mumbled, distractedly kicking a rock. "Not only do I get you guys in trouble, I also screw up her dream trip." I stole a glance at Y/n through my lashes, only to find her already peeking at me. "She's gonna hate me forever."

"I think you're way off on that one, man." I silently questioned the boy walking besides me. "You're pretty much the only person she talks about. She was so pissed about being out of Hawkins during the summer." There was a moment of silence before Steve spoke the his last sentence related to the topic. "I don't know were or how you two left things off. I don't know if you ever dated or anything but..."

"Not really."

I shut my eyes, leaning back against the ugly paperwall covering Nicole's home. I hadn't been invited to a ton of big houses, but it just took a couple to realize that rich people had the most horrendous paperwalls.

The music was so loud that we could hear it even from the third floor —supposedly off limits—which wouldn't be all that annoying any other time, but now it was muffling Y/n's laugh.

"Ughhhh."

"What's wrong?" I could hear her smile every without opening my eyes and turning my head to her frame.

"Music's too loud."

"Too loud?" I peeked at her through my opened eyelid. She was leaning forward, her hands on her back, planted on the wall, much like her foot. Her gaze was focused on me, sporting a disbelieving half smile. "You're a disgrace to metalheads."

I took my hands to my heart with a pained look constricting my gaze. "Ouch! You're a mean," I shook my head, "mean," slowly shifting to face her, my shoulder never leaving the wall. "mean woman, Y/l/n."

"You hurt my feelings, Munson." She joked, mimicking my moves in order to meet my eyes. We stayed like that for an instant before Y/n detached herself from her resting place, taking my hand in hers. "Let's go for a walk."

"And leave your graduation party?"

She shrugged, careless, "honestly," Y/n took a step closer, her fingertips traveling up to tuck behind my ear a couple of rebel locks. "I'm over high school parties."

"Look at you, being all mature and shit." She scoffed, averting her gaze. "I should be graduating with you."

"Next year, you'll see." Her hand gave me a reassuring squeeze.

"Hey." I swung our hands, snapping her attention back to me. "Don't forget about me once you go to college, okay?"

"Pfffttt." She increased the swinging in response, staring into my soul with her mesmerizing eyes. "How could anyone forget about you? In any case," without letting go of my hand, she crouched to grab her red cup from the floor. "you don't forget about me."

"Dunno," I looked up, pretending to ponder my words. "you're pretty forgettable." Her palm came in contact with my chest, pushing me back playfully and leaving me praying to whatever was out there that she hadn't noticed how hard my heart was pounding due to our proximity.

"Y'know what?" She returned her drink to the floor. "If you want," Y/n took a firm hold of my leather jacket's flaps "I can give you something to remember me." I gulped, my mildly intoxicated body not opposing to her hold as she dragged me to the further corner from the stairs that led to the actual party. "Just if you want." She whispered, coming to a stop once she dimmed we had enough privacy.

"Are you going to, like, kiss me? 'cause" I managed to sputter with a nervous laughter, not quite understanding how my legs hadn't given out yet. "I-I might pass out if you do."

"In that case, I won't." She tsked her tongue, letting go of my jacket with pursed lips. "Can't have you hitting your head or something."

The girl took a step back with a devilish smirk; I barely registered my following movements, only catching the amusement crossing her face before our lips met in a drunk, lazy kiss.

"Consider giving it a shot, then." Steve genuinely suggested, giving me a pat on the back before jogging to reach the girls.

Before I even registered it, we were at the Wheeler's house, waiting for Nancy to find a proper way to communicate with Dustin. As I was scanning the place, I didn't realize Y/n had approached me, by Robin's request.

"That was really cool." Her voice was soft and low, but still managed to make me jolt away from the curtains. "Sorry— the Morse code thing, I mean."

"About damn time I made myself useful." I tried to laugh my own self deprecating comment off; unfortunately, it put up a frown on Y/n's face. Clearing my throat, I attempted to redirect our interaction, vaguely motioning at her form. "You should, uh... Check your back."

Her eyes squinted in confusion, endearment tugging up the corner of her lips. "A bit difficult, isn't it?"

"I'll check it for you. Let's—" I looked over her shoulder, mildly raising my voice. "Hey, Wheeler! Can we borrow your room for a moment?"

The younger senior gave me a side eye, but nodded nonetheless. I cued Y/n to head to Nancy's room with a light bow, which she did, thanking the brunette on her way out.

Once we found ourselves out of sight and nosey ears, the girl before me cleared her throat. "Are you actually gonna check it out?" She removed the plushie from the mattress and plopped down on top of it. "Or was it an excuse to talk privately about whatever's going on with you?"

"Both?" I shut the room's door behind me wandering around to find any piece of fabric mildly clean. "We didn't really have time to check yo— woah!"

"What?" Y/n shrugged at my shaken reaction, her shirt hanging loosely on her arms as if she had just pulled it over her head, which she probably did. "You wanna check it or not?"

If I hadn't known any better, I would have said her cheeks had acquired a dark shade of pink.

"I— no, yeah— yeah." After somehow managing to prevent my eyes from roaming her upper body, I circled the bed, reluctantly reaching for the bandana tucked in my back pocket. "It's... Not so bad." I declared, kneeling on the mattress right behind her.

"Duh," she puffed. "I didn't even notice."

"Yeah, 'cause you were fucking unconscious."

"Touché."

"Dumbass." I muttered under my breath, ever so carefully scrubbing the dry blood from around the gashes with the patterned kerchief. "I thought you were, y'know," glancing over her shoulder, she raised her brows expectant. "Dead."

"I would be," she confessed, turning back around with a wince due to an incautious swipe of the bandana over her wound. "Had it not been for you."

"For them." I corrected. "I could've jumped earlier, and I didn't."

"To be fair," Y/n tilted her head to the side in a thoughtful manner. "You didn't have a solid reason to jump."

"You're a very solid reason to jump into— actually, you're a very solid reason to do anything." I felt my heart miss a beat at my own quiet words while I waited timorous for Y/n's reply.

"Am I?" Her tone was unsure and gloomy. "I've been feeling very shitty lately. Can't remember the last time I did something right." She threw a leg over the bed in order to make eye contact with me, the bottom part of her face hidden behind her arm, resting atop her bent knee. "Specially when it comes to you."

Finding myself at a loss of words, I could only, put down the bandana and avert my gaze from hers.

"Truth is, I've been avoiding you since my graduation 'cause I'm— well— stupid." She let out a rueful laugh. Y/n most likely noticed I was about to reassure her; not a single word had come out of my mouth when she stopped me. "Eddie, don't. I may be a coward, but I'm not gonna make up a crappy excuse for giving you the cold shoulder after..."

Silence.

"Harrington said you'd be in Italy right now." My irises raised to hers, examining her every move at my statement.

"He gotta button his lip." She pinched her nose.

"Why didn't you leave?"

"Because I love you." The statement knocked any sign of jealousy out of me, leaving me in a state of absolute panic instead; in fact, my head was buzzing so loud that I didn't even realize Y/n seemed to be going through the same emotions, pink once more staining her face. "Y'know, like, you're my— my friend, and you were in danger."

Her friend.

Why did that hurt?

"Do you like Steve?" The question escaped my mind, but Y/n wasn't shocked by it; on the contrary, I could see the gears of her head turning until they clicked.

"Is that what all of this is about?" She put her shirt back on with a wince. "You're being a pain in the ass because you're jealous of Steve?"

"I'm not jealous." She gave me the look, making me groan out of frustration, shooting up from the bed in a sudden movement that startled both of us. "Can you blame me? Really? You two are all over each other, and he's cool, and rich, and brave, and apparently a fucking good dude?!" I took my hands to the back of my head, trying in vain to keep my emotions at bay as I paced the room. "And you know what? He WOULD'VE jumped into that musty lake after you!" Y/n raised to her feet, circling the bed with her mouth open. "I'm not a interdimensional hero!"

"Eddie—"

"Actually, I'm the furthest thing from that— from him!" My monologue faltered at the gentle wrapping of Y/n's hand around my wrist, her eyes staring at me with sympathy. "S-So cut me some slack for getting... a bit jealous of Steve fucking Harrington being as close to you as I used to be."

A series of rushed knocks on the door brought us back to reality— more like to this alternate reality.

"C'mon lovebirds," Robin pushed the door open, Steve and Nancy peeking over the blonde's shoulder. "We gotta bike to Eddie's trailer."

"What—"

"We'll fill you in on the way, c'mon!"

I cursed under my breath; at that point, I had decided to just do as they told me and not question it. Y/n had come to the same conclusion, so out we went, trailing after the three people.

"Wait," I stopped Y/n, who walked before me, and, after taking off my leather jacket, I draped it over her shoulders for her to slip her arms into it. "So you don't get cold."

She muttered a quick 'thanks' that sentenced the conversation to an abrupt end; just as I attempted to walk past her, though, her hand attached to my now bare forearm. "Eddie?"

"What is it?"

"I like Steve, just not like... that." She made sure I understood, putting an exaggerated emphasis on the last word. "My type's not really interdimensional hero. It's more like, uh..." she squinted her eyes, suppressing a smile. "Misunderstood nerd mistakenly framed for murder."

It was my turn to blush, mouth in agape. All this months thinking that one kiss was a product of careless flirting and cheap beer, when, hopefully, it was something more.

"So please drop the attitude, alright?" She added, leaping to plant a quick kiss on my cheek, right by the corner of my mouth. "C'mon, lover boy."

As ridiculous as it might sound, in the horrible situation we five had found ourselves into, Y/n's lips brushing my cheek was all I needed to feel reassured, and her fingers intertwined with mines, all I needed to feel safe.

#eddie munson request #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x oc #joseph quinn #st eddie #stranger things 4

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

repost, do not reblog this

NAME: rath, debating on switching alias to terios

PRONOUNS : she/they

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord 100%. i do not just use mine for rp so i don't really mind if from the get go we exchange usernames for it. will be okay chatting in IMs as long as the messages aren't too long since they're a mess to read sometimes

NAME OF MUSE(s) : sampo

BEST EXPERIENCE : honestly this has been my best time. i'm not in school so i don't gotta worry about that and i've made friends with some chill people and also enjoy seeing all my mutuals. i get to talk about sampo in this void it's great asjkdgh uh which i mean is half of the reason i made a blog in the first place, i needed to put my hcs and thoughts into something! and the fact that people are receptive and in turn will write with my sampo is all i could ask for

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : ship collecting. i don't want to feel like you're following me just to ship with me because i'm not into that and sampo in particular is difficult. i do not mind talking about ship potential, but if you're just following and opening up with shipping.. nope

assuming something about my muse, like something personality or motive wise i mean. sure, he's a canon character, but i have thoughts on literally every little thing in the game regarding him. analysis... headcanons... they all have their place and build upon my understanding. this is basically the only muse i write atm so i have the time to spend like this on him and it means a lot to me when people observe my flavor of sampo in the light i've tried to put him in. the same would apply to any other muses i write

ghosting. i've had this issue a couple times already within this rpc which... it's whatever. but idk, i feel like if you've made me put effort into communicating with you and you just take off after gradually putting me in limbo with you or giving weird responses... it's off-putting and makes me feel as if i've wasted my time. what i’m talking about in particular has always resulted in the other person blocking me without a word so yeah. that’s what i mean by that. outside of this context, softblock or hardblock me, no hard feelings.

not cutting posts? i can't think of anything else super pressing

MUSE PREFERENCES: i'm trying to think of the types i've written and it's usually similar to sampo in some manner? so dabbles in crime, mysterious background, hard to trust, doesn't trust others. mostly that stuff??? i think nate drake is the only example of me attempting to write one of my fave character types? which would be golden retriever-esque (but he still does illegal things sooo) but i usually don't end up writing them fsr outside of that asdjkgh

PLOTS OR MEMES : plotting is preferred and accepted for anything. uh memes are fine? sometimes i just get overwhelmed with getting a lot of prompts... like rn.... lol

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i prefer a happy medium especially if we have multiple threads. you could write me a one liner and the shortest i might go is a paragraph, so yeah. longer stuff will take me a bit to respond to but sometimes shorter stuff i struggle with if we haven't been plotting idk asdjkgh i prefer writing a couple paragraphs personally

BEST TIME TO WRITE : i am realizing i have more energy in the mornings for writing but i usually don't wake up early enough on work days. evenings are great, nights not so much. after an 11 hour work day i'm typically drained.. it sucks bc that's when i have the most free time

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : no not at all LMAO, he's v much the opposite of me in every way possible... well. i don't really trust people easily so maybe that?

Tagged by: i seen many do this, i steal

Tagging: @aventvrina, @crimsonbesotted, @deathsmaidens, @defiedlife, @voidfragments, @sagnaevi, @iiryoku, and whoever wanna !

#( dash game; )#( ◇ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵃᵘᵈⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ┊ ooc; )#long post

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candiid-caniine · 3 months

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Bug, I need advice

I want to ask my master to start using it pronouns for me (not for gender reasons- I'm staunchly they/them- but BC I'm pathetic and don't deserve anything else). I want to show him that I'm nothing more than his pathetic toy.

...but I don't want to just ask him. That would be too easy- to put it into conversation like I'm a person. I don't deserve that.

So what can I do to ask him? What show should I put on to make him stop respecting me? I want to be degraded and sobbing and a desperate leaky mess for him when I ask but I can't think of anything 😭

Assume nothing is off the table. Edging covered in drool, licking the toilet, anything.

Help,,

Thank you bug. Us leaky cunts gotta stick together.

arf this is a tough one!! obviously you know your master, but just in case it hasn't come to mind, remember that for some people this may feel like misgendering or orientation play, so it's always best to gauge your partner's limits first. (this warning isn't necessarily for you, bc i trust that this is a committed relationship w good communication, but for anyone else interested in something like this!)

here's what i would do. think of the thing that makes you cry. humiliation? pain? edging? whatever it is, think about that. for me, it's easier if i'm put into subspace slowly before whatever makes me cry is starting; i'm more open and emotional that way.

ask your master to plan a scene for you. you're basically asking him to break you, possibly in a way he never has before, so please please take advantage of his care for you--make sure you'll have ample time and supplies for any aftercare you might need; this is gonna be a tough scene, a show of devotion and ownership that is going to be intense. tell him that at some point during this scene, you're going to give him a gift somehow.

what i would do if i was doing this (pls bear in mind im a dumb fuck): i'd write it down. maybe on a piece of paper. maybe on a dog tag to attach to my collar. or go fucking crazy and have a plaque made, or a custom paddle, or cross-stitch some shit...make it unique, but tangible. here are some ideas for how i would say it:

pathetic toys don't deserve pronouns (and on the back it says "it/its")

congrats! it's an it! (im trying to riff on cringey cishet 'gender reveals' but idk if its working lmaooo)

fleshlights don't have pronouns (this prob only works if ur a bottom and he's a top so disregard if needed lmao)

dildos don't have pronouns (if ur the top and he's the bottom)

certified object (TM) (and on the back it says "it/its")

sex toy (and on the back it says "it/its")

if i was a toy 👀and u were a real person 👀would u respect me 👀or nah? (check yes or nah) and if u checked nah 👀would u maybe 👉🏽👈🏽 call me it/its? 👀 haha jk,, unless....?

omg or,, one of those like fake certificates? or a deed of property?

Here on this 14th of February, 2024, by Notarized Declaration, has been bequeathed to You, the Undersigned, a certification: that [sub's name] has been deemed a Material Object, pursuant to Code 98.706 of the Consensual Dehumanization Act, and shall hereby be referred to by "it/its" pronouns throughout any Proceedings of Consensual Power Exchange (PCPA). (Initial)___ I, the Undersigned, hereby agree to this Declaration and the Conditions elaborated herein...

did yall think i was joking about being a clownpuppy

anyway. whenever you've figured that shit out, be it a plaque, a fake contract, a dog tag, whatever the fuck, hide that shit. whatever your master has planned for the evening, incorporate it.

is he gonna tie you up and put you in a suspension rig and pretend he's livestreaming you? hide that shit in his ropes.

is he gonna make you hump his shoe and bark? hide it in ur mouth and drool it out onto his thigh.

is he gonna edge you and call you names until you cry? fam, put that shit in your holes. that is the ultimate objectification (to me): be the vase you hide your v-day roses in.

so that's my advice, basically. if you don't want to ask outright like a person, then symbolize it in your play. it's still communication, which is vital for a scene that's gonna be as intense as you want it to be, but it also fits the theme of what you're trying to tell him. come up with a basic plan for the night, then place your declaration somewhere accessible either by you or him when you hit the point in the night that you want to reveal it.

i'm so excited for you. idk if i really helped, this is just *my* style of play (read: stupidtown to the max), but regardless i'd love to hear how it goes, whatever you end up deciding!

#tw: dehumanization #advice #asks #denial #h/d

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silverlininghills · 5 months

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7 + 1 twenty one pilots ask

i was tagged by @dasloddl!! ty!!

1. when/how did you discover them? + what was the first song you listened to? - either on the radio or on yt or at work or something like that, sometime in 2015. idk which song exactly but lets be honest, it was prolly stressed out 😅 or one of the other blurryface singles

2. have you been to any concert(s)? - no 😭 i totally would've seen them on the icy tour but they didn't come to my city 😭 but i'm hoping to go to at least one show on the next tour (either vancouver or, failing that, seattle), and hopefully also the DC show with my bestie!!

3. do you remember where you were when trench dropped (if you were a fan by then)? - weirdly, yes! it was like 9pm on october 4th, i was at home and got a spotify notification that twenty one pilots had released a new album. i listened to the first three songs, went "ehh", and stopped there 😅 which, in hindsight, is so tragic bc if i'd held out for just one more song i would've gotten to my blood, which is one of my absolute favourites!

4. favourite thing about the clique? - how smart and kind and inclusive everyone is!! like i know the clique's got it's share of toxic fans, just like any other fandom/community in general, but esp here on tumblr absolutely everyone i've met/interacted with has been sososo friendly and funny and smart and cool <3

5. any memorable/funny/interesting quote (from interviews/bts footage/…) you especially like? - i'm so bad at thinking up stuff like this off the cuff sldjskdljf there's always smth i think of later that i wish i'd said instead. for right now i'm gonna go with "two happy boys" (or any of the "two ____ boys" riffs that they do), as well as every single story abt how they met 😂

6. what would you want to ask/tell them if you got the chance? - FREAKING. SO MUCH. i'd want to thank them for rewarding us for looking deeper and caring more and sticking around. i'd want to tell them how what they've done w the dema/trench storyline is legitimately incredible and groundbreaking and to, in their own words, "never put a ceiling on their dreams". i'd also want to talk to them for roughly 6 hours abt death cab for cutie bc i Need To Know their thoughts abt literally everything sdlfkjsdkfl

7. which tattoo would you like to know the meaning of (if you do)? - i'm honestly fine w not knowing the meaning to any of their tattoos, bc i know they're v personal, but if i could know the meaning of one and have it be totally okay and willingly shared, it would be, for tyler, the symbols tattoo on the side of his forearm, and for josh, the astronaut-getting-beamed-up tattoo on his bicep.

+1. dasloddl's question for me: which album cover do you like best? - excellent question!! even tho i do love SAI's aesthetic, i think i'd have to go with blurryface on this one. there's just so much meaning behind it!! the pull-out blurry face is genius, the patterns are so fun, it's simple yet evocative. just, stellar art design.

additional question you want to ask the people you tagged: what do you think the genre/vibe of the next album is going to be?

aaaaand i am tagging @mx-misty-eyed @melxncholyman @timedyne @gonerbird and @re4lize-th4t-its-g0ne!!

#personal #shenanigans #get-to-know-you meme

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justepilepsy · 10 months

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Some accessibility ideas I’ve had:

A collapsible box in the body of the post for image descriptions. It is first open by default, and the user can change that in settings.

Spoilering like on Discord, so that something in the middle of the post could be spoilered without having to spoiler everything after with it — especially when you need to spoiler something several times.

Community label for eyestrain (saw that a community label for flashing was already suggested, yay!!! I have. So many variations of flashing and eyestrain warnings in my filter)

Oh heck yeah, this is what I'm talking about! I love the image-spoiler feature on Discord so much! It makes it possible for people without sensitivities to post content and for me it's still safe to visit certain channels! I would love this on Tumblr! It would also be a great multi-purpose tool. The box thing sounds very good! Idk how well this works with screenreaders though, but a settings option to collapse them by default would be a great solution!!! V creative idea! Community label - for simplicity i think flashing + eyestrain should be one label. Wether it is called both, one or the other or something else, I don't care, but it should definitely be used for anything that may be triggering to photosensitive folks!!! I also have quite a few variations for flashing lights + eyestrain blocked, and I think a community label would make it easier to streamline tagging/moderating User Experience. @staff @wip If tumblr became a fantastic accessible plattform (and would also fix the issue for screenreaders + text formatting), it would positively stick out amongst all other social media platforms!

#tumblr #hellsite #answers asks #tysm for your ideas those are great!#ui #ux #design #social media #accessibility #photosensitivity #actually epileptic

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peccaberry · 7 months

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i saw your tags on the post about the v*da app and i cant believe they dm'd you over a neg review! i already didn't trust them since they are a mental health app that uses AI (I've seen how other b*tterhelp did ppl) but the fact they went out of their way to dm you seals it even more! did they want you to delete what you said or what? it's so sketch that tumblr is promoting an app like this

To be fair they were very polite (mostly just trying to convince me no they were a very good app actually and I wasn't giving it a fair shot. )

They did not ask me to remove the message but it was implied they were upset about it. I think they tried to offer me assistance if I wasn't able to pay for it (that really was not the problem I had) but I did not invite them to DM me and it pissed me off.

I told them respectfully to stop dming and they did. Why a **company** is trying to argue against tag criticism by dming people is beyond me but it was unprofessional regardless of how polite they were.

Unfortunately I deleted the conversation from my inbox because being DMED by a freaking company (derogatory) creeped me out and I didn't want to keep seeing it in my dms so I can't tell you exactly what they said but I'm sure some of my followers remember me reblogging a post they blazed and tagging it saying it seemed scammy.

I actually looked back and I think they somehow managed to get my tag taken off that blazed post because I couldn't see it anymore. I feel like they are super sensitive to criticism and I'll be interested to see how this all turns out. I'm not convinced they intend on being scammy but from what I saw on the app when I downloaded it to check it out and their behavior I don't trust them.

Anyway don't pay a mental health app that uses AI for advice and uses a subscription model to "help" LGBT people. They are claiming to be LGBT themselves but I don't think that changes much about the nature of these kind of "self help" apps being a bit predatory. They give off this really weird new-agey vibe too (idk if that makes sense but it's the way they talk that seems off.)

Also save your money for actual professional help if you need it and not an AI app. Especially not one being promoted by Tumblr who loves shoving scams in our faces. (Tumblr live shout out)

You can find much better LGBT support and understanding within your own community without it being sold to you. Lots of love to everyone struggling and real help is out there even if it's probably not this app that's gonna do it.

#peccaspeaks #lgbtaq #lgbt #mental health #asks #voda #voda app

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patronsaintoffinalgirls · 2 years

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EMERGENCY, PLEASE REBLOG

Sorry if this is incoherent I am very feverish and ill.

my partner and i are about to get kicked out of our apartment on the 31st and we just found out we both have covid, so we wont be able to crash with our friend because shes poor too, living paycheck to paycheck, and we don't want to infect her!😭

My partner's abuser has been helping us financially somewhat but shes losing her patience... she was mad we didnt want to expose our friend to covid.

So we need money for a hotel room, movers because we're too sick and weak to move our own things, and for food and medicine. We're running out of everything...

We're trying our best. My partner has found a work from home job that will allow them to quarantine, thank god. However my new job won't let me stay home and idk what I'm gonna do come Monday cuz im high risk and I've spent the last two days bedridden crying and screaming all day from pain. I'm gonna try to get medicine to help my body fight this virus, because that's my only option left at this point.

Things are so bad and we are so desperate. Please reblog even if you cant donate. I love you all and I appreciate every person who has helped us survive so far. Hopefully soon thanks to the efforts of our communities, we can find safety and the better future we've been fighting for for so long🥺💗

p/aypal: .me/cryptidfriend105

c/ashapp: $AlyssaKennedy96

v/enmo: Alyssa-Kennedy-37

c/hime: $Alyssa-Kennedy-9

PLEASE DONT TAG AS ANYTHING

#raphael.txt

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erotoph · 3 months

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aesthetics for the entities. bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead! ( idk who to tag, so you're welcome to steal it! )

i. the buried. weighed blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil and sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes and tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust and sand speaking to you.

ii. the corruption. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with that you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings and legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

iii. the dark. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness and seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

iv. the desolation. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. a kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

v. the flesh. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out. more than one heart. appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot. knowing to fear pigs. the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery. something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance and appearance only. teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you. cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi. the end. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flatlining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul and spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the plead of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know and being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii. the eye. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colors. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t watch away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

viii. the hunt. sharp canines. sore calves after a run. the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill. a whistle’s echo. the woods. the doe eyes of a prey animal. your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked. fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters. hide and seek. running away only to end up where you started. staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run. a set of footsteps behind you. blood dripping from bare hands. barks and growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood. catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft. peering into the dark and running after it.

ix. the lonely. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realize they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. the slaughter. a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knifeblock on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. the spiral. sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscrew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish color. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes and tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. the stranger. wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs and pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colors of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter and sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii. the vast. open spaces. carnival rides going up and down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles and miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky and feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv. the web. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak-willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realizing it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unreliability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs and fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

+ the extinction. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

#( AES. )#( OOC. )#some of these are doll verse...some of these are just in general #idk much about tma but this was v inch resting ngl...

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