#like. a kid who genuinely despises everything around him
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The Moon ||| neteyam x human!reader
masterlist
epilogue
pairings: neteyam x human!fem!reader
summary: neteyam would give you the moon if he could
words: 8.8k (I’m dead omg)
warnings/notes: friends to lovers, major ANGST (cried while writing this one) bits of fluff, implied sexual themes, lovesick!neteyam, mentions of sickness and medical treatments, death, use of y/n, I am not a medical professional so I lot of this is just my interpretation I’m sorry that it won’t be accurate pls don’t hate me, mentions of mates, spider is your adoptive brother (in this house we love spider 🫶🏻), and of course my corny writing, this is the product of me listening to moon song on a loop not sure how this happened, This is gonna be rough apologies in advance
The first time Neteyam saw you was when he was eight years old. He was used to seeing Spider around, but not you. You were new.
Trembling behind Spider it looked like you were trying to disappear. Barely peeking up over his shoulder to look. Neteyam's tail swished in curiosity as he observed you.
"Guys, this is Y/N." Spider introduced you while pushing you forward. "She's a little shy." He added.
Your big eyes looked up at the Na'vi children who towered over you. "Hi." You whispered with an awkward smile and a small wave. "You're really tall." You giggled.
Neteyam stared at you in awe immediately infatuated with you. You were unlike any sky person he had ever seen.
"You're just really short." Lo'ak snapped back rolling his eyes.
Neteyam noticed your smile falter and shoved his brother. Your smile was beautiful, the prettiest thing the young boy had ever seen. At that moment Neteyam decided you should always be smiling.
Spider explained to the group that you were born here like him. You had never left the lab before. This was the first time you saw the beauty of the forest and the first time you saw a Na'vi in the flesh. You were in awe of everything around you.
Spending the rest of the day playing with the other children you couldn't help but get distracted by your surroundings. The forest was alive it's beauty glowing all around you. You had the urge to explore every last inch of it.
Neteyam kept his eyes locked on you. He was worried that you'd get separated from the rest of them. You were small and delicate, unable to properly protect yourself, so Neteyam decided to protect you.
So that's how it was whenever you played with the Sully children. Neteyam always glued by your side. He couldn't explain it. The way he felt an immediate draw towards you. As if the two of you were meant to find each other.
Neytiri was less than thrilled to have another human child around her kids. One was bad enough. After everything humans had done to their home -to her - she despised them. She even had her doubts about the loyal few who stayed.
What made her even more unsure of you was the way her eldest son never left your side. Ever since Spider introduced you Neteyam was glued to your side. Had it been anyone else Neytiri would have found it endearing. But you were human. You were a demon.
A few years later Neytiri started to notice things about you. The way the forest left you in awe no matter how many times you’d seen it. She'd catch you gasping in excitement over the littlest things. It was as if you could see.
She also noticed the strong bond you had with her children, especially with Neteyam. She knew her son well. Neytiri was well aware of how he felt towards you. She feared the day that he realized his own feelings.
You were sitting in the forest with Neteyam next to you. His mother was across from the two of you. Neytiri was shooting daggers with her eyes at you. The stare made you shift uncomfortably. Neteyam picked up on it placing a gentle hand on your knee.
Neytiri observed how you immediately relaxed. The sweet genuine smiled you gave her son and how he gave you one of his own.
Neytiri had been trying to give Neteyam a lesson on arrow making. He had insisted that you join them since he promised to spend the afternoon with you. Much to her dismay, you were here unintentionally distracting him.
You felt something barely grace your shoulder. Figuring it was Neteyam you didn't pay it much mind. Then another tap on your head. One on your arm. Then your other shoulder.
Looking up, you met Neytiri's eyes. She was staring at you like she had seen a ghost. Starting to feel panicked you looked at your arms. You gasped as your eyes filled with wonder.
Several atokirina' floated around you. They danced up and down gently resting on you. Neteyam had the biggest smile on his face. To him it was confirmation the great mother saw you the way he did.
It was undoubtedly a sign from Eywa herself. Neytiri couldn't believe her eyes. Feeling a sense of déjà vu, she was brought back to the first time she met her mate.
Unable to shake what she had witnessed she went to her mother. After explaining the strange encounter Neytiri waited while Mo’at consulted with Eywa.
“Eywa sees the child.” Mo’at finally spoke. “The Great Mother has declared that she will spend the rest of her life by Neteyam.”
Neytiri couldn’t wrap her mind around it. The concept was so foreign to her. Eywa had accepted you as one of her own. Not only that, it was also her will that you stay by Neteyam. Neytiri would never question the will of Eywa. While she didn’t fully understand it she would have to learn to be okay with it.
From that day on, Neteyam’s mother treated you with a kindness she never had before. You didn’t know what happened for her to finally warm up to you but you were forever grateful she did.
Years went by and it was time for Neteyam to begin training for his iknimaya. You were so excited for him, knowing how important this rite of passage was to the Na'vi. There was a part of you that was downcast as he wouldn't be able to spend time with you every day like he usually does.
Your heart hurt because all you wanted was to be able to experience this with him. For as long as you could remember you wanted to be Na'vi. It was your birthday wish every year though you never told anyone out of embarrassment. That and it wouldn't come true if you told.
You and your brother had begged for avatars for years. Unfortunately the materials and funding needed just wasn’t there. Norm and Max wanted nothing more than to be able to grant your wishes, but it just wasn't a possibility.
"So how long are you going to be gone this time?"
Neteyam sighed. He could hear the disappointment in your voice and it broke his heart. "A month. Maybe two."
You felt like you could burst into tears right then and there. Neteyam was your best friend, not to mention your crush for as long as you could remember. You couldn't imagine not seeing him for that long.
"I'll be back before you know it." Gently he brushed hair out of your face. As much as he loved seeing you in the forest he treasured the moments in your room without your mask. Neteyam loved to see your face without the glass restricting his view.
"Don't forget about me." You playfully pushed him.
He gasped in mock offense. "I could never." He smiled. Before he could stop himself he placed a kiss on your forehead.
Stopping dead in his tracks he pulled back. The pair of you stilled blushes adoring both of your cheeks.
Neteyam tried to burry his feelings for you but it was impossible. He had fallen helplessly in love with his best friend. Not caring that you were human he couldn't deny his feelings. He just wasn't sure how to tell you.
Before you knew it, you were throwing your arms around him as you hugged him goodbye. You went to pull away but he kept you in his embrace for a little longer.
"I'm gonna miss you." He sighed.
"You're going to have so much fun you won't even think about me."
"That's not true you're always on my mind." He blushed.
A blush engulfed your face and you bit your lip. You noticed Neteyam's tail swishing back and forth. Looking up at him he was smiling back at you. His cheeks were slightly tinted.
Standing back with the rest of his family you waved as he joined the other young warriors. "He'll be back before you know it." Spider smiled knowingly at you.
No matter how hard you tried you couldn't keep your crush from your bother. He immediately figured it out. Little did you know most everyone had figured it out. The only ones who hadn't were you and Neteyam.
Neytiri watched you with a smile on her face. As time passed she accepted the idea of you with her son. Finding amusement in the two of you pining after each other.
The time without Neteyam dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Spider did his best to keep you occupied as did the Sully siblings. But your mind never strayed far from the boy your heart beat for.
You were getting ready for bed after a long day. Neteyam was halfway through his training by now. You had been counting down the days to his return.
A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. Norm stood awkwardly in the doorway. “You have a visitor.” He informed you.
Furrowing your eyebrows you looked at him confused. It was way past the curfew set for the lab. “Who?”
Before he could answer you Lo’ak pushed passed him and entered your room. He look frustrated and exhausted.
“What are you doing here Lo’ak?” You asked afraid that something was wrong.
Without saying a word he removed the communicator from his neck and handed it to you. “This is for you.” Was all he said.
You looked over the tech not understanding why he was giving it to you especially now of all times. “I’ve been trying to sleep for hours. He won’t leave me alone until he speaks with you.”
Your face lit up knowing exactly who he was. Wasting no time you pressed the button. “Neteyam?” You hesitantly asked.
“Oh Eywa how I’ve missed your voice.” Neteyam’s voice rang through the speaker.
“Yeah I’m not staying to listen to this.” Lo’ak deadpanned before leaving.
Neteyam missed you terribly and begged his father to let him speak with you. Jake felt like it would be a distraction so he didn't allow it. So Neteyam came up with the brilliant idea to pester his little brother until he gave it. It worked rather quickly.
You spent the whole night talking to Neteyam. He told you all about his training not sparing a single detail. He was more interested in what you had been up to. He just wanted to hear your voice.
The day Neteyam was to return was finally here. You and Spider sprinted through the forest heading towards the village. By the time you got there he had already returned.
Searching the crowd you finally saw him. Knees weak your breath caught in your throat. Somehow he looked taller. His mussels were more defined, shoulders wider, and his face sharper. He was no longer a boy. He looked like a man.
You had always wanted Neteyam but this was different. In that moment your want for him was something you hadn't experienced before. It almost felt wrong. Almost.
Neteyam searched the crowd for you. Eyes glancing over a figure that was familiar he did a double take. It was you. You looked different.
Neteyam gulped as he took in your new features. Your hips wider and chest fuller you no longer looked like the little kid everyone was so used to. Neteyam noticed your hair was shorter, resting at just below your shoulders now.
You were beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking. A gift from Eywa herself. A primal urge came over him, a desire to take you right then and there. You were to be his mate, he felt that you were destined.
"Neteyam!" You squealed running into his arms. He picked you up twirling you in the air like you weighed nothing.
"I missed you Ma'Y/N." He snuggled his face into your neck.
You bit your lip at the pet name. It was usually reserved for mated couples but Neteyam couldn't help but let it slip.
As the weeks passed on the attraction between the two of was stronger than ever. Stolen glances and intentional accidental touches filled your days.
After Neteyam successfully claimed his Ikran earning his spot among the people he would take you for rides.
"I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you." You looked up at him.
The look you gave him made his heart flutter. A strange satisfaction overcame him knowing that you were proud of him. He wanted you to be proud of him.
That night he walked you back to the lab following you to your room. He desperately needed to speak with you. He had been working up the courage all night.
Neteyam sat next to you on your bed. He loved the moments you shared without your mask in the way. Staring into your eyes without anything in front of them.
"I have earned my place among the people." He said suddenly.
You nodded slowly not sure where he was going with this. "I know I was there." You giggled.
"I may now chose a mate."
Your heart dropped. So this was why he wanted to talk. He was here to tell you that he found someone. He probably wanted you to leave him alone now.
Anxiety flooded your mind as you felt stupid. A part of you actually thought he liked you back. Why would he? You weren’t even the same species. You had nothing to offer him.
“I see.” You gave your best fake smile. “Who’s the lucky girl then?” You had to know.
“You.” Neteyam said without hesitation.
“I’m sorry what?” You asked. There was no way you heard that right.
“You, if you’ll have me.” He looked away shy. He took your confusion as rejection. “I want you to be my mate Y/N.”
“Are you sure?” You asked dumbfounded.
Neteyam cupped your face in his palms. “I see you Y/N.”
Your heart sped up at the phrase you found so beautiful and so terrifying at the same time. He saw you. Every broken piece, every imperfection, all of your good qualities as well as the bad ones, and he still wanted you anyways.
He wanted you despite it all. Neteyam saw you.
“I am human Neteyam.” You said. You needed him to be sure of his choice. Na’vi mate for Life. Of course you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but you needed to be sure he wouldn’t regret it.
“I know. That changes nothing.”
“I cannot make Tsaheylu.” The bond was the building block of life on Pandora. It was vital to their existence. They bonded with their mates, you would be unable to bond with him in this way.
“I know. But I see you anyways.” He confessed.
“I’ll never be tsahík.”
“None of that matters to me Y/N. Stop trying to give me reasons to not want you. It won’t work.”
Looking down in shame you gave him one last reason. “I can’t give you children Neteyam. You’d be making so many sacrifices just to have me. It’s not an equal trade.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He smiled. “You are all I want. It’s always been you Y/N. Always. Nothing else matters when you are enough for me.”
Neteyam leaned in as if he was about to kiss you. “You are what I want Y/N.”
“You are what I want too.” You breathed. “I see you Neteyam.
That was all he needed to hear. He crashed his lips onto yours passionately kissing you. Lips moving in sync until you pulled away to catch your breath.
Staring into his golden eyes you removed your shirt leaving your chest bare before him. Neteyam’s eyes widened at your sudden action. He wasn’t expecting anything to happen, he was happy with kissing.
“We don’t have to do anything Ma’Y/N.”
There was that name again. You smiled. “I want to. I want you Neteyam. That is, if you’ll have me.” You batted your eyelashes at him.
His tail twitched in excitement before he tackled you back onto the bed. The two of you spent the night a tangled mess of limbs. “We are mated before Eywa for life.” Neteyam whispered into your ear before you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
It had been two years since you mated with Neteyam. It had been the best years of your life.
His family was immediately accepting of your relationship. To your surprise so was most of the clan. There were a few that frowned upon your union but Neteyam made sure to put them in their place.
Following Neteyam’s lead you ran through the forest. He made sure to keep looking back for you so the two of you wouldn’t get separated.
“So where are we going again?” You huffed out of breath.
“It’s a surprise.” He smiled back at you.
Neteyam took you to a clearing that had the most beautiful flowers you had ever seen. You were fascinated by the nature of Pandora.
“I wish I could smell them.” You sighed. Always longing to smell the fresh air and to feel the breeze on your face.
Neteyam frowned at your words. He too hated your mask, but it kept you alive. It allowed him to show you his home. To Neteyam it was worth the inconvenience.
“Come on, let’s keep going.” He smiled. “There’s something else I wanna show you.”
Without a second thought you followed him. Starting to feel faint you slowed down. Everything was getting blurry and your head was woozy.
"Neteyam, could you slow down a little?" You panted, pushing your hand against a tree for support. "I'm a little dizzy."
Stopping dead in his tracks he rushed over to you. His mind racing with a million different thoughts. His heart screaming at him to protect you. Not looking good at all your face had gone pale. Your eyes looked exhausted. You looked ill.
"I will take you to my grandmother. You do not look good Ma'Y/N."
"I'm fine Teyam." You attempted a smile to reassure him. The last thing you wanted was to be rushed into the village. The People were used to you, but having the Tsahík tend to a sky demon may be pushing your luck. "Just take me back to the lab please."
Scooping you up he held you close to his chest bridal style. "Neteyam, I could've walked. I'm not broken." You rolled your eyes. Ignoring your protests he continued the trek back to the lab. Something was wrong and you were unwell.
Gently setting you down at the lab entrance he insisted that he come in with you. Neteyam was still slightly unsure of sky people, the lab making him nervous. But this was different. Anxiety consumed him and he couldn't leave without making sure you were okay.
Taking your mask off you then offered Neteyam a mask of his own. He hastily took it eyes never leaving you. The last thing on his mind was a mask for himself. He could breath this air for hours anyways.
Walking the familiar hallways to your room he observed your small steps. Gently panting as if the walk was tiring you out. You insisted you were fine but your body language said otherwise.
Plopping down on your bed you made grabby hands reaching out for him. "Cuddle me." You playfully commanded. Smiling he complied gently laying down next to you, arms instinctively pulling you closer.
Taking a deep breath letting your scent fill his lungs he hummed. Neteyam gently peppered a few kisses to your face before burying his head in your neck.
"Neteyam stop." You giggled. "It tickles." You could feel his smile against your neck. Running your free hand through his braids you sighed in satisfaction. Moments like this made up for all the bad ones.
You felt so safe in his arms, like he could protect you from anything. And he would. He'd burn the whole world if it meant keeping you safe.
"Teyam?" You whispered fingers still playing with his hair. He hummed in response snuggling closer to you. "I love you to the moon and back."
The expression felt odd rolling off your tongue. Checks heated in a blush you were a bit embarrassed. After all, you found it to be incredibly cheesy. But there was a part of you that found the sentiment sweet.
You'd first read it engraved on a tiny silver necklace. It had belonged to your mother. One of the scientists gave it to you once you were older. It was the only thing you had of her. Everything else was left up to your imagination.
For years they tried to allude to the fact that your mother had passed away. It seemed easier to let you believe that than tell you the truth. But even though you were a child you weren't clueless. You knew that your mother had left you here.
Terrified of everything that had happened she went back to earth unable to take you with her. That's how you found yourself being raised by the scientists on Pandora with Spider as your honorary brother.
A small part of you cling to the saying. Wishing it was true, that your mother loved you to the moon and back - to Pandora and back. That one day she'd be back for you.
You knew it would never happen. So instead you say it to Neteyam. Because you truly meant it. You would go to the moon and back for him. And you would be back. You'd always come back for him.
Neteyam's ears perked up at your words. It wasn't the first time you had told him you loved him but you had never said it like this. He didn't entirely understand it but he appreciated your words just the same.
Smiling at you like you were the most precious thing he ever laid his eyes on. "I will give you the moon my love."
Laughing you pulled him closer. "You can't give someone the moon Neteyam."
But he would for you. You were his moon, his stars, and everything in between. Whatever you asked for he would deliver. "If I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon." He confirmed.
"You're a dork." You giggled.
"So are you then. You started it." He playfully fired back. Neteyam's mind turned somber for a moment. "Are you feeling better?"
You nodded cuddling more into your mattress to get comfy. "Much better. I think I need more cuddles to be one hundred percent though."
Smiling, Neteyam snuggled into you. "I'm more than happy to assist."
As the weeks went by you continued to feel strange. It didn’t seem like a big deal to you, so you didn’t want to bring it up. After all, you were human. Getting sick was a part of every day life.
No one noticed how you were acting strange. Except Neteyam of course. He picked up on the way you always seemed tired. The way your eyes looked a bit dull as they stared off into space. No matter how hard you tried to hide it, he saw it all.
You were now having trouble keeping your meals down. Stomach always feeling like it was in knots you didn’t know what was wrong. No one had caught you throwing up yet, but they did start to notice how you were losing weight without trying.
Norm awkwardly tried to broach the subject as always trying to be the father you never had. He was afraid you were doing something self inflicted and wanted to support you in any way he could.
It took awhile but you were able to convince him it wasn't what he thought. You honestly didn't know what was wrong, you just one day started feeling sick.
Norm being the man of science that he was immediately wanted to start tests to get to the bottom of what was wrong. Somehow you managed to get him to hold off for awhile. The idea of going through a bunch of tests scared you.
You didn’t get out of it for very long. Neteyam was worried sick about you and insisted you do whatever was needed to get better. Reluctantly you agreed spending the next several days undergoing tests and blood work.
Neteyam even took you to his grandmother for her guidance. She wasn’t able to pinpoint what was wrong. Whatever you had was a human sickness, unknown to the Na’vi.
Jake took a special interest in what was wrong. He was once a human himself. He was well aware of everything that could go wrong with the human body. Plus he deeply cared for his daughter in law. Jake consulted with Norm regularly regarding his findings.
The Olo'eyktan thought it’d be best if he was one of the first to find out. That way he would be able to explain it to his family better. He was by no means a doctor but he knew his son would trust his words more than Norm’s.
He could see the way Neteyam looked like his was close to having a melt down. He had a forced calmness about him. As if he was in complete denial that something might be wrong. Because he was. If he refused to acknowledge it, it wouldn’t be real.
"Leukemia." Norm spoke like that one simple word explained everything. Jake's breath caught in his throat at the word. Neteyam stood head moving back and forth between the two of them, waiting for an explanation.
His heart hammered in his chest as they spoke words that meant nothing to him. Human words he didn't know. "How long?" His father asked quietly.
"It's progressed rather quickly. She had been exhibiting symptoms for a few months now. It's hard to say how long she's had it."
Neteyam knew they were talking about you. Dread filled him and he felt sick to his stomach. The feeling of being left in the dark was too much for him, he felt like he could scream.
"How long does she have?" Jake asked again eyes screwed onto Norm. He spoke hushed this time. Jake wasn't a fool. He was well aware of his son's feelings towards you. In fact, the whole clan knew.
How long does she have? The words echoed in Neteyam's brain. Repeating over and over again. They couldn't be talking about your life could they? You were just a little sick, you had said so yourself. This couldn't be real he refused to believe it.
"I've estimated three years." Max spoke up. "She has a thirty percent chance."
Thirty. That was low wasn't it? There was no possible way you'd have such a low chance. The science geeks were the best of the best. You'd also have access to the remedies of the Na'vi. Most importantly you'd have Neteyam. He made a vow to take care of and protect you. He indented to keep that vow.
"What are her opinions? What can we do?" Jake needed all the information he could get if he was going to have to explain this to his son.
"Chemo would be the next step. It's going to be hard, she's already so weak. It's going to take a lot out of her."
Jake glanced over at his son. Neteyam looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack. Hell, he was on the verge of a panic attack. His eyes were wide as he stared at his father, pleading for an answer.
Jake sighed, "Would she have a better chance back on Earth? Can we even give her proper care here?"
Earth? You couldn't go to earth. Neteyam refused to allow it. If you left he'd never see you again. He wouldn't be able to care for you while you're sick. He also wouldn't know how you were doing - he wouldn't know if you were still breathing or not.
His mouth hung open as his brain tried to register this. "She can't go to earth dad." He said just above a whisper. "She can't go!" He said again this time yelling desperately at his father.
"Calm down boy." Jake hushed him placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let them speak."
"She's not going anywhere." Norm said trying to choose his words carefully. "Her immune system is weak right now. I don't think she would survive the trip. I think it's best to treat her here with what we have available."
Tears stung Neteyam's eyes as he stared at the ground. You were so sick you wouldn't survive the trip to earth. Would you even survive here? He came to the horrific realization that you were sick and you might be dying.
"She's strong though." Jake said more so to his son. "She can fight this."
Max and Norm looked at each other with sad smiles. Neither doubted your strength, you were one of the strongest people they knew. But this was different. They had to entertain the possibility that even if you fight with your all you could lose. They also knew that they didn't have everything needed to properly treat you. But for the sake of the broken boy in front of them they left that part out.
Staying positive was hard but you gave it your best try. You felt weak but it wasn’t insufferable yet. The worst part of it was you couldn’t go out exploring like you were accustomed to.
Your friends made sure to keep you company. Your room become the unofficial official hangout spot. Lo’ak and Spider would play games with you, Kiri kept you up to date on all of the gossip in the village, Tuk insisted that the two of you color, and Neteyam? Neteyam never left your side.
He was there not long after your woke up and often times he stayed the night. Neteyam never wanted to leave your side, wanting to make sure you were cared for in any way possible. He would be there every step of the way.
When it was time for chemo you felt extremely anxious. As Norm prepared the IV Neteyam eyed the needle untrustworthily. You winced as it went into your arm. Neteyam hissed ready to throw Norm across the room for causing you pain.
Norm panicked and you quickly explained to Neteyam that it was okay. It only hurt for a few minutes. You had to deal with it. You needed the treatment to get better.
Neteyam cuddled up next to you holding your hand. He tried to do things to distract you from it. The pair of you would watch movies from back on earth. You taught him how to play uno. He could never beat you and it frustrated him to no end. He was close to throwing his cards in anger. Seeing him be such a sore looser made you laugh.
Neteyam loved your laugh. He didn’t hear it much anymore so it was his life’s mission to make you laugh as much as he could.
He believed you’d make a full recovery. This was simply a bump in the road.
"Please don't let him in." You pleaded with Spider. "I don't want him to see me like this." Tears were stinging your eyes now.
Spider looked sympathetically at you. You tried so hard to be strong for everyone but it was wearing down on you. This was effecting you worse than you thought it would. All you wanted to sulk in your room by yourself.
"He's freaking out Y/N. I'm afraid he's gonna start breaking stuff." He chuckled. Gently placing his hand on your shoulder his concerned look returned. "He cares about you. A lot. He just wants to make sure you're okay."
Nodding your head you wiped your face with your hands. You didn't want him to see that you had been crying. "Okay. Let him in."
Spider went off to find Neteyam it didn't take him too long thanks to the commotion he was causing. "You cannot keep me here!" Neteyam bellowed.
He tried to moved around the crowd of scientists who were attempting to keep him back. Neteyam growled in frustration. "Y/N is my mate you cannot keep me from her."
"Bro, calm down!" Spider yelled as Neteyam went to throw something off of a desk. He stopped as soon as he heard Spider. Neteyam's shoulders relaxed slightly at the familiar face.
"They are trying to keep me away." He snapped.
"Yeah I can see that." Spider huffed. "If you're done with your temper tantrum Y/N is ready to see you."
Raising his head high Neteyam walked past the scientists smugly. When out of earshot he bent down to Spider "They said Y/N did not want to see me." His face etched with worry.
Sighing Spider ran his hand over his face. "She's upset right now. It's not my place to say. She needs to be the one to tell you. But she's upset and embarrassed right now. She didn't want you to see her like that."
Neteyam's heart clenched at his words. The thought of you being so upset that you didn't want to see him crushed him. Walking into your room he was preparing for the worst.
You were sitting in your bed with your hands folded in your lap. Staring down you were avoiding his gaze.
He looked you up and down to see if their was any visible signs of what was wrong. If there was a problem Neteyam wanted to attack it head on. Your sickness wasn't like that though. He had to sit and watch helplessly as you suffered. It consumed him to the point he lived in constant agony.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Except your eyes were red and puffy like you had been crying. You were crying. Why were you crying? Neteyam's protective side took the forefront once again, ready to crush whatever had upset you.
Rushing to your side he cupped your cheek with his hand. "Ma'love what's wrong?" Worried etched on his face.
"You can have these back. I don't need them anymore." You sniffed. Your closed hands reached out to his. Opening your hands you gently poured the contents into his.
Neteyam stilled as his beads spilled into his hands. They were the beads he had given to you. He loved seeing you proudly wearing them in your hair, letting everyone see you were his.
"You don't want them anymore?" He softly asked. It felt like a punch to the gut. It was as if you were rejecting him.
"I won't be able to wear them anymore Neteyam." Meeting his gaze your heart broke seeing his face. He didn't understand why you were returning his gift to you.
"My hair is falling out Neteyam." You sighed.
"I do not understand." His brow furrowed trying to put the pieces together.
"The chemo- the medicine makes my hair fall out." You tried to explain.
Spider walked over and put his hand on your shoulder for support. He viewed you as his little sister. It hurt him to see you suffering like this.
Neteyam didn't understand how this medicine was helping you if it was making it so hard on you. Human medicine was more complicated than the Na'vi remedies he was used to.
You knew that he was genuinely curious and just trying to understand but you were tired if talking about it. You knew you would eventually lose your hair but you thought you could handle it.
Everything was too much. You hadn't really felt sick until now. When you noticed your hair coming out in clumps it all became real. You were sick.
Spider found you in a fit of sobs. It broke his heart to see you like that. It also sent him into a panic. He didn't know what to do to make you feel better. He was your big brother, he was supposed to know everything.
"Norm gave me this." Sighing you pulled out hair clippers. "He said it might be easier to just go ahead and shave my head." Tears stung your eyes again. "I just don't know if I can."
Without thinking Spider took the clippers from you. "I'll go first." He declared.
Eyes widening in panic you tried to stop him. "Wait Spider! You don't have to do that." Before you could get another word out he turned them on and quickly swiped along the top of his head.
You and Neteyam stared at him with wide eyes. Dumbfounded you couldn't believe your brother just did that. He did it for you. You couldn't help the small smile that formed. Knowing that your brother loved you that much made your heart swell.
"Are you guys just gonna stare at me or are you gonna help me finish this up?" Spider asked with a smirk.
Once finished Spider was almost unrecognizable. "I can't believe you did that." You mumble as he helped you with your hair.
"It's not a big deal." He shrugged. "It was weighing me down anyways. I'll be faster now."
You rolled your eyes at your brother's odd logic. Neteyam was holding onto your hand watching Spider like a hawk. The idea of taking a blade to your head terrified him even though you assured him it was safe.
Gently you squeezed his hand. “I’m okay.” You assured him. He nodded bringing your hand up to his lips, tenderly kissing your knuckles. “I love you.” His whispered lips still pressed to your fingers.
Usually you stuck to the Na’vi terms of affection. It was what Neteyam was comfortable with. But after learning what the human phrase meant he had to use it. Because it was true. He loved you with every fiber of his being.
Tugging his hand to your lips you gave his knuckles a matching kiss. “I love you too. So so much.”
“Come on guys knock it off.” Spider complained pretending to be sick. As much as your constant shows of affection annoyed him he was glad you found someone who truly loved you.
The next day Neteyam came to visit you with his hands behind his back. You eyed him suspiciously, he was never good at keeping secrets from you.
“I made this for you last night.” He gently placed a bracelet in your lap. You gasped when you realized it was made of the beads he had originally given you for your hair.
“You said you couldn’t wear them anymore and now that’s not true.”
Carefully you put the bracelet on. Heart bursting at the sweet gesture tears began to spill from your eyes. Neteyam started to panic thinking be did something wrong.
“You are not happy with it?” He asked defeated. “You are crying.”
“Yes but they’re happy tears. I love it Neteyam. I love you.” You threw your arms around his neck. Smiling he pulled you closer into his chest.
“Oel ngati kameie.” He whispered into your neck.
“I see you Ma’Teyam.”
"I'm dying Neteyam." You said without any hesitation or emotion.
Neteyam immediately sat up looking to you slightly begging that he heard you wrong. It couldn't be true. It couldn't be.
"No one's told you because they're afraid of how you'll react. I don't want to keep anything from you. Love you too much to do that." Your eyes met his through your mask. He felt his heart breaking not only from your words but your eyes. They were faded, lacking the light he loved so much.
"They didn't want to tell me either." Your hoarse voice kept on. "But it's hard to pull a fast one over on me when I'm like this." Chuckling at yourself Neteyam caught a glimpse of you. The real you. Not this pitiful shell of who you once were.
"The treatment stopped working months ago. They told me last week."
Bringing your hand to his mouth he gently kissed your knuckles. "Please do not say such things." His voice cracked. Tears were now freely flowing from his eyes.
Deep down in his heart he knew he was losing you. He just didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it. Acknowledging it made it feel real and there was no way this was real. It had to be a cruel nightmare.
"I'm tired Neteyam." You spoke quietly.
Unsure of what you meant he was ready to scoop you up and tuck you into bed. Somehow you had convinced him to go star gazing tonight. It had seemed like the perfect date night idea since you were always cooped up in your room. But now he kicked himself for allowing you to leave.
"Let's get you back then," he started shuffling."
"No Neteyam." You interrupted him stopping him in his tracks. "I'm tired of this." You gestured to yourself. "I'm tired of treatments that aren't working. Tired of being stuck in my room all day. Im tired of it all." You sighed.
"This isn't living Neteyam. It's waiting to die." Meeting his eyes your heart sank. He was finally registering your words. Neteyam looked at you like you had just pierced his heart with an arrow. "I'm tired of waiting."
You had been battling this for over a year now. It had taken its toll on you physically and emotionally. You didn’t know how much longer you could go on like this.
"What are you saying Y/N?" He asked trying his best to stay calm but miserably failing. His hands were shaking and his heart quickened.
"I asked Norm and Max about how I could speed it up."
Neteyam heard his heart shatter into a million pieces. You wanted to end your life. You wanted to leave him. You couldn't possibly want to leave him could you?
Tears were freely falling from his eyes. His body started to shake fighting off sobs.
"I'm not getting any better Neteyam." You gently placed your hand on his cheek wiping away his tears with your thumb.
This wasn't what you wanted but you saw no other way. Everyday was a struggle, even breathing hurt. You wanted Neteyam to see what you already accepted. This was a waiting game. You were never going to recover.
"No." He violently shook his head holding you to his chest. "No. You'll get better. We just need to try something else. Please." He begged.
"Ma'Teyam there's nothing left to try."
"Please. You can't leave me." His body shook with sobs. "I can't lose you Ma'Y/N."
You couldn't fight back your own tears. Your mask was fogging as you started to cry. Seeing your mate like this was as painful as your sickness.
"You're not gonna lose me love. Nothing is ever lost, remember?" You tried your best to comfort him.
"There has to be something we can try." He sobbed. "What about an avatar?"
You held his head in your chest while he cried. "They can't make anymore avatars. You know that."
"I can't do this without you. There has to be something." Neteyam wailed.
The sight broke your heart. You had exhausted all of your options. Everyone but Neteyam seemed to recognize it.
"I won't do anything without your blessing Ma'Teyam." You gently caressed his head. "But please try to understand my point of view."
"You cannot ask this of me. I can't." He shook his head.
Gently rocking you soothed the boy in your arms. He had a vice like grip on you as if you'd vanish into thin air. "It'll okay Ma'Teyam." You cooed.
You had informed Norm and Max of your plan. It broke their heart but they acknowledged that it was your decision. They would respect your wishes.
Norm found himself in your room in the middle of the night watching you sleep. It pained him to see your labored breaths. You were always so fill of light and now you looked like a hollow shell.
He'd known you your whole life. It broke his heart to know that your time was running out. It seemed like just yesterday you were a bubbly toddler getting into trouble in the lab.
You told Jake and Neytiri next. For some reason you were terrified of what your in laws would think of you. While this was something common amongst humans it was very rare to the Na'vi.
Jake was once human though. It hurt his heart to see that it came to this but he understood. While his disability wasn't terminal he knew the feeling of hopelessness. The feeling of being trapped inside what once was you. Your body becoming a prison. Jake knew better than anyone.
Neytiri didn't understand why you wished this until she saw you. She couldn't contain her gasp. No longer the child she has grown to care for, you were someone she didn’t recognize.
Smiling weakly at her Neytiri’s heart broke for you. She could see that you were dying but she couldn’t understand why. It was the great mother’s will that you would stay with Neteyam. Why would she allow you to die so soon?
Then it hit her. The words of her mother. You would spend the rest of your life beside Neteyam. Your life would end before his. Seeing you like this made her realize why you wanted this. You weren’t yourself, you were tapped inside a body that was failing you.
Spider was unusually quiet when you told him. “Spider please say something.” You pleaded.
He knew it was coming. He’d be a fool not to. But he was like everyone else who loved you, he didn’t want to believe it was happening. All of his earliest memories included you. You may have only been siblings because of circumstance but he loved you like you were blood.
You were undoubtedly his sister. Always there for him for as long as he could remember. Someone who always had his back. You understood the feeling of being abandoned here and the longing of wanting more. You were his person. And now you weren’t going to be here anymore.
Spider stood up and hugged you. He was slightly crying into your shoulder. You had never seen your big brother cry. He was your rock always strong and dependable.
“I’m sorry Spider.” You cried with him.
“Hey,” he pulled back to look at you. “Don’t ever be sorry. None of this is your fault.”
Nodding through your tears you took in the sight of him. His hair was growing back so fast leaving him with a nice short cut.
“You know I love you right?” He asked unsure for a moment. He had to make sure you knew. Spider wouldn’t be able to live with himself If you didn’t.
“Of course. I love you too bro.”
The two of you spent the rest of the day talking about everything and nothing all at once. It would be one of the last times you got to.
When it came to telling Neteyam he already knew. Your confirmation was like stones in his heart. But he knew. Deep down he always knew. You were never getting better.
Being cooped up in your room wasn't much of a life. You were in pain and it pained him to witness it. Neteyam never wished to part from you but this wasn't his choice to make.
He knew that had there been any other way you wouldn't had made the choice either.
You wanted one last day. One last good day.
Looking at your room one last time you shut the door. You had breakfast with Norm and Spider just like you always did growing up. Max even joined you.
No one talked about what was to come. You forbid any talk of the future only wanted to live in the here and now.
Spider helped you put on your mask and the two of you slowly made your way to the village. He helped you into the Sully home. You were terrified of everyone being somber, but to your delight everyone acted as normal.
You hadn’t laughed this much in months watching Spider reenact a story of one of the many times Lo’ak almost got himself killed.
Laughter, hugs, and smiles was how you spent your time with the Sully’s. It was perfect just like it always was. Neteyam kept you sat on his lap not wanting to lose contact for a second.
Taking a deep breath he inhaled your scent. It had changed when you got sick. It didn’t smell like you. It made him frown.
Insisting on going on an Ikran ride you drug Neteyam out of his family’s tent. Neytiri stopped you before you got too far. Embracing you one last time. “Thank you for watching over him my child.” Before you could say a word she kissed your forehead and left you with watery eyes.
Neteyam didn’t want to focus on sadness right now. You were still here that’s all that mattered. Taking your hand once again you were greeted with his Ikran.
“You sure you feel up to this?” He checked in.
“Hell yeah.” You smirked at him.
Flying through air was a feeling you’d never get used to. Up there you were truly free. Sticking your arms out to intensify the feeling Neteyam cursed at your sudden movement. His grip tightening around you.
“Let me know before you do something like that.” He scolded.
“You worry too much!” You yelled over the wind. “You’ve taken me on a million rides and haven’t dropped me yet.”
Neteyam smiled at you. Today you were glowing with a glimpse of yourself. Not the person who had been while sick. The real you. It made his heart clench. It pained him but he knew you were right. This was the right choice.
He would rather see you like this than just slowly waste away to nothing. I wanna go out with a bang. You had told him.
Eclipse crept up on the couple as you laid on the ground tangled up in each other. "I love you so much." You told him tears threatening to spill. He kissed your knuckles. "I love you to the moon and back." He whispered.
Smiling fondly at the memory from what felt like an entirety ago. "I can't believe you remember that." You laughed.
He chuckled. Neteyam had spent years committing every part of you to memory. He found your surprise amusing. Of course he’d remember. He remembered it all.
You stayed in his embrace until you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer. "I'm ready Neteyam." You breathed.
He nodded blinking back tears. "I see you Ma'Y/N." He gently caressed your face the best he could.
"I see you Ma'Teyam." You grabbed his hand. "Don't worry I'll see you again. Take your time my love."
"Anything for you my moon." He smiled.
As gently as he could he removed your mask. Taking a deep breath in you smiled as you inhaled the scents of the forest. It smelt even better than you imagined.
Neteyam laid next to you holding your hand looking up to the sky. You admired the stars before glancing over at Neteyam. He met your eyes and smiled. Your breathes were started to become labored. "It's okay love. You can rest now." He said fighting back a sob.
Your vision was turning black around the edges. Neteyam was talking to you but you couldn’t register what he was saying. Slowly your eyes closed. Your chest stopped. Just like that you were gone.
This was exactly how you asked. Neteyam fulfilled every last one of your wishes even if it killed him inside. Your whole life you wanted nothing more than to experience Pandora without any restrictions. And in that brief moment you did.
Neteyam held onto your lifeless body as he sobbed. He knew it was happening but nothing would prepare him for the feeling of you actually being gone.
His love. His mate. His best friend. His moon and stars. Gone forever. You were gone and there was nothing he could do to bring you back.
His body shook as he wailed. Neteyam realized that because you were human you were never connected to the spirit tree. He would never be able to see you again. He would never see you again.
Neteyam spent the whole night grieving you. He knew it was just the beginning of many sleepless nights crying for you.
In the morning he carried you back to home tree. Neteyam insisted that you have a traditional Na’vi burial. It didn’t take much convincing as everyone adored you.
His family helped prepare your body. He begged for help not thinking he was strong enough to do it on his own. Once everything was finished they gave him a moment alone. Spider looked up at him with red puffy eyes giving him a pat on the back.
Neteyam spent his last moment with you whispering sweet nothings that you would never hear. Confessions of love that wouldn’t reach your ears.
The last time Neteyam saw you, you were lowered into the ground. He tried to stay collected not wanting his people to see him weak. But this was unbearable.
After the funeral his grandmother approached him. Pulling him in for a rare hug she caressed his head Lovingly. “She is with Eywa now.” She told him.
He looked up at her in shock. You were a human. Neteyam didn’t think it was possible for a sky person to be with Eywa.
“She is?” He asked breathless.
Mo’at simply nodded before leaving him. Neteyam took a moment to process this revelation. A gentle breeze blew through his hair. Taking a deep breath he tried to ground himself.
A delicate tap on his shoulder caused him to open his eyes. A single atokirina' had landed on him. It gently swayed around him. He cupped the spirit his hands smiling, tears streaming down his cheeks.
You were still here. There is no death. Only change.
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SECRET ADMIRER
Summary: Y/N’s family is a wealthy family, her parents snub up their noses to a lot of people. When throwing a party, Y/N soon figured out she has a secret admirer, that her parents would never approve of.
Warnings: 18+, smut, wealthy family!, higher class neighborhood families!, country clubs!, fake business!, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Joel is in forties), drinking!, readers curves are mentioned!, daddy kink! daddy issues, slight! mommy issues!, rough sex, reader is in college!, readers parents are snobs!, spanking!, pet names (sweetheart, my girl, etc.), daddy kink!, choking!, dirty talk!, domjoel!, joel calls reader slut!, public sex!(kind of), talks of spoiled reader!, mentions of divorce!, Joel has no kids!, cursing!, little angst!, rich! Joel, praise kink!, crying!,body shaming (if you squint), readers parents are assholes!, mentions of sugar daddies!, reader is girly!, reader wears dresses and girly clothing!, parents do not like Joel!, doggy style! (beside a mirror)- just wait, and not fully edited.
A/N: I have only wrote a Joel miller one shot once. So I’m trying again, a little bit more deeper. I do hope you enjoy! PLEASE tell me if I missed any warnings/ need to add them nicely! I’m trying to get better with them! THANK you so much and I’m so thankful for you all💝😭!!
Could this be any more depressing?
Y/N sunglasses perched atop her nose. Her tennis skirt, adorned with a matching polo, tastefully covered her mid-thigh, Out from the patio, her father's buddies could be seen sipping their beers and playing golf at her parents' exclusive country club.
Y/N and her mother were seated at a comfortable distance from the patio of the country club, accompanied by their friends. They were indulging in a delightful brunch and sipping on mimosas to enhance their experience. The clinking of glasses and laughter filled the air as they chatted away, oblivious to their surroundings.
Oh, this was depressing.
Y/N sat at the dinner table, pushing her food around her plate with her fork. Her sunglasses covered her eyes, but now and then, she couldn't resist stealing a glance at the man sitting across from her. He was a frequent visitor to their home and a country club member. He is always ready with a kind word and a helping hand to Y/N. However, Y/N knew that her father despised him. Whenever they were back home, her father would rant about the man who lived just a few houses down the street. Y/N couldn't help but wonder when her father's hatred had begun and what he saw in the man that she couldn't.
Joel fucking Miller.
He was older than her, and maybe she was drawn to that. He was a beautiful older male, and she could not help but take a second glance when he moved in a couple of years ago. Y/N was at home for college for the summer, and this older man came by in an older truck after being invited to a barbecue that her parents still could not shut up about to this day.
If he has money, he needs a better car.
No wonder his wife left him.
Y/N's parents were not always kind to him. However, once they discovered he was a skilled mechanic with a successful business in town and their precious white Cadillac was not running, they started to warm up to him, even if it wasn't genuine. Y/N's parents were known to be fake and gossip behind people's backs. Despite their rocky relationship, Y/N loved her parents because they gave her everything she wanted. She was spoiled and had a large room upstairs in their house, as well as her room at the country club.
Y/N parents were having their wedding anniversary celebration. Her mother had meticulously planned an elegant and formal party, which was exactly what she had envisioned. Y/N's father, on the other hand, would have preferred to keep it simple. However, he knew how much this occasion meant to his wife, so he agreed to follow her plans. Y/N was well aware that her father would have done the same for her if she had played the perfect daughter role, just like her mother expected her to.
Y/N’s trance was broken, her eyes shifting from the attractive older male in a darker polo with shorts. Why does this man look good in shorts? Y/N tried to maintain a smile with her mother, her eyes being covered with shades. “Are you going to eat, dear?” Her mother picked up fruit, her mothers friends eyes shifted to her. Her mothers three closest friends, were worse than her mom to say the least.
Maybe they rubbed off on her.
Y/N’s mother's attitude could switch with any of them in any moment. The younger woman’s reddened face was luckily covered, pushing her shades up. “Yes, Mother, just not too hungry this morning.” Y/N was not lying, and she could not get an appetite. Her mind was wandering, and her eyes could not move from Joel.
He swung his golf club repeatedly, practicing his hit while Y/N’s father played his shot. From what Y/N could see of the game, Joel was at least beating her father. Y/N wondered if her father was jealous of this man; maybe that's where his hatred came from. She could have swore his eyes would move to her stares, maybe gawking at her. Y/N knew she was too far away where he would notice her stares, but she could still see his perfect features.
His hair was longer, curler. Joel had his own pair of shades, grabbing another beer from the cooler on the golf cart. Y/N’s eyes would shift back and forth to her plate, slowly saying the food on her plate.
“Don't wanna overeat, love,” one of her mother's friends opened up, “Still have to fit in that dress in a couple of days.” She playfully sent a wink to Y/N while the four of them giggled right in front of her. Y/N shifted uncomfortably; she fought the water behind her eyes that wanted to escape. Her mother even shrugged it off with a laugh, giving Y/N a few fruit pieces.
“Here sweetie, eat fruit.”
Y/N could only nod, desperately wanting to leave the table. She came home for the summer, she hoped this summer would be better than the rest. She might have been better off going with her friends on their beach trip. But Joel could be an escape for her.
He was an escape, but Y/N wanted more. She knew she needed more, she craved more. When Joel moved in a couple years ago, becoming a member of the country club he took a liking in to woman. She was different than her parents, she seemed like sweet angel. Joel had been lonely for awhile, being married to his work ratber than looking for love.
Joel couldn't shake off the regret that had been gnawing at him ever since his ex-wife left him. Deep down, he knew it was because he didn't give her the attention she deserved. He had taken her love for granted, assuming that she would always be there for him. But as things turned out, she had reached her breaking point and left him.
From that day on, Joel promised he would never make the same mistake again. He was determined to treat his next partner like a queen, giving her all the attention and love she deserved. And then he met Y/N.
At first, he couldn't believe someone as young and beautiful as her would be interested in him. But as they got to know each other better, Joel realized that Y/N maybe shared the same interest in him. He saw in her the perfect partner he had been searching for, and he was ready to give his all to her.
Y/N finally managed to excuse herself from the table and went to the bathroom. She quickly pulled her shades up and tucked them into her hair, hoping her eyes didn't betray her emotions. Despite her efforts to keep it together, tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. She couldn't help feeling foolish for letting her guard down and allowing herself to be hurt. The urge to cry was so overwhelming that she had to bite her lip to keep from breaking down completely.
The woman's bathroom was luckily empty; she locked it behind her, covering her face instantly. No tears fell; she just kept breathing in and out. Y/N considered going to her room; she did not want her mother's friends to win. She went over to the tall mirrors; lights shined behind them.
In the mirror, Y/N saw a few mascara smears cleaning her face a bit. Having her purse in hand, she grabbed for makeup powder to cover up any spots she may have made. Gathering herself together, she got back out of the bathroom in the lobby. Y/N closed up her purse, bumping straight into a taller figure. Feeling hands gripping her, she made eye contact with no other than Joel.
His eyes sparked, meeting hers; Y/N gasped, feeling his grip tighten on her arms. “Woah, hun.” Joel drawled, a smile plastering his face, “I was just thinkin’ of ya.” His hands moving from her, Y/N blushed, trying to gather herself. Her own eyes could not move from his; she gave him a warm smile.
“Thinkin’ of little ole’ me?” Y/N teased, perking up a little bit. Joel's eyes shifted up her bare legs to the pink polo with two buttons open, exposing her chest. She looked so perfect; Joel knew he would worship her body if he ever could have her. His mouth parted, his smirk growing, watching the younger woman bite her lip. Y/N’s teeth dug deeper into her lips than could draw blood, not caring about the eyes that could be on them.
“Oh, any man would be crazy not to think of you, sugar.” Joel’s southern accent drawled out, sending shivers down Y/N’s spine. He was making her speechless and trying to maintain her confidence, gazing around her to see if any eyes moved their way.
“Are you trying to flirt with me, Mr. Miller?” Y/N’s curiosity rose; her father's voice broke Joel and her time.
Y/N's father chuckled warmly as he stood beside his daughter. The man's eyes followed Joel's movements, but he soon shook it off and turned to meet his daughter's gaze. "There's my angel," he said affectionately. "Your mother is looking for you, and she invited you on the shopping trip." Y/N smiled gracefully and exchanged some words with her father. Joel observed her curiously, noticing how her eyes sparkled as she talked to her dad. However, when Y/N's father walked away, Joel's demeanor changed. He grabbed her roughly and pulled her back to him, causing Y/N's stomach to drop as she saw his previously lighter eyes grow darker.
Y/N’s father is too far to notice back out to the open patio of Joel's hands on his daughter. Y/N gasped out, her knees bending down keeping her from falling. Joel’s grip was strong and he would not let Y/N fall.
“What you been cryin’ about?”
How the hell did he know?
Y/N's jaw dropped in disbelief, eagerly awaiting her response. His eyebrow lifted in anticipation, while his eyes narrowed in a curious 'hm' when she remained silent. Without saying a word, he motioned for her to follow him outside, leaving her stunned. Her breathing was increased, and tension still filled the air for her.
Joel was one of her father's enemies. And she wanted to fuck him, and she wanted more than just that. Joel kept giving her the same vibe as well. Y/N wanted the older male, all her thoughts and dreams consumed by him.
He is just a friend.
Y/N tried to tell herself that.
The dress was unbelievably tight, keeping modesty for the occasion; the dress was long, hugging Y/N’s curves. Y/N spent her time trying to escape from her parent's friends, listening to them gossip all about each other.
Y/N let out a deep groan of frustration and signaled the bartender for another drink at the open bar. The overly formal ambiance and the sound of the classical music made her feel nauseous and uneasy. She had lost track of her parents and had not seen them since the speeches a couple of hours ago. As the bartender began to make her drink, she watched intently, observing each step of the process with intense focus.
Y/N savored the salty taste of the olive before gulping down the drink like a parched desert traveler. Sitting alone at the bar, she contemplated leaving early to indulge in the tub and cozy up in bed. The alcohol was starting to kick in, and the bartender slid a napkin towards her.
The bartender, an older woman with a friendly smile, approached Y/N with a small slip of paper. "A man told me to give this to you and buy you a drink as well," she said, gesturing towards the note. Y/N's curiosity was piqued as she took the slip of paper, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she read the few words scrawled on it. "Seems like you got a secret admirer," the bartender remarked with a chuckle, noticing Y/N's puzzled expression.
meet me upstairs @ 11.
Y/N's mind wandered briefly, “I'll make you that other drink, dear.” The older woman took her glass, chucking momentarily, “Seems like a good one to me.” Y/N smiled, holding the napkin, waiting for the drink this mysterious man bought for her. Her eyes scanned around her, her thoughts making her blush.
She hoped and leaned towards it being Joel, but she had not even seen him at the party. Maybe he decided not to come? I mean he did not owe her to come, Joel barley liked her parents. Y/N glanced down at her watch, in been couple hours since the party had started.
10:42PM
Y/N's heart raced as she contemplated whether or not to meet the mysterious man waiting for her upstairs. The exclusive parties had strict security measures in place, but she was confident that she could slip past unnoticed. Only she and her parents had unrestricted access to the upper floors, yet this stranger had somehow found a way to reach her. The thrill of the unknown pulsed through her veins as she considered the possibilities.
11:01PM
Y/N walked anxiously down the hallway, having convinced the security to leave her alone by pretending to retreat to her bedroom. She paced back and forth, biting her nails as she waited for someone to emerge from around the corner. Eventually, she heard footsteps growing closer and stopped, anticipating the stranger's arrival.
The anticipation built up inside her as the footsteps drew closer. Y/N's eyes were glued to the man dressed in all black, with a crisp white shirt tucked into his tight pants. Even before locking eyes with him, Y/N knew exactly who it was. He leaned against the wall with a lit cigarette hanging off his lips, his free hand casually tucked into his pocket. He observed the young woman standing before him, and the air was charged with excitement and tension.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in.” Y/N faked her confidence; her mother always said, ‘Fake it til you make it.’ The woman's eyes scanned over him. She felt like she could undress him with her eyes. The cigarette on his lips made him hotter in that suit he wore. She never thought she'd see Joel Miller wear a suit. But, God did he look good in that suit. Y/N eyes met back up with his, puffing out smoke.
“Y’know, we have a no smoking rule.” Y/N teased, walking closer to him. Joel stayed in place, not moving an inch, letting her draw closer to him. When meeting up with him, she grabbed the cigarette from his mouth. Standing on her tiptoes to reach his height, he smirked, watching down at her. Y/N brought it to her lips, slightly puffing, blowing a small cloud. Joel’s face twitched, his hands wrapped around her throat, pushing her against the wall behind her.
“You just broke one of the rules,” Joel growled, the tension angering him more. His nose pressed against her cheek, his hand gripping her throat. Y/N whimpered; her eyes stayed closed, listening to his voice. “I've broken a lot of rules, Joel,” Y/N admitted; she breathed out, fighting the grip he had around her throat. Joel still pressed against her, and Y/N felt his member grow pressed against her, “Guess you'll have to punish me.”
Joel groaned out, grabbing her face and forcing Y/N to look at him. Her cheeks squished underneath his rough hands. Y/N felt her underwear grow wet, her thighs wanting to rub together. She craved this older man for so long, Y/N moaned out, melted underneath his touch. “Where's your room, baby?” Y/N’s legs could go weak by his words, and she could only point. He was quick to have her off the floor, wrapped around him, pushing her into her room, slamming her against the door that slammed it shut.
His kiss was rough and hungry against her lips.
Joel’s cock strained against his already tight pants as he stood amazed by her. Trailing kisses down her exposed chest, his hands sneaking up her dress. He swallowed as Y/N held on to the door behind her. Y/N arched her back, moaning out, digging her hands into his hair. Her hands messed up his hair, and the mirror attached to the door was becoming stained with fingerprints.
“Didn’t think you’d be into an old man like me,” he said with a chuckle. Joel pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, making her gasp. He moved them to the nearest wall, having them perfectly angled to the mirror that he just had her pressed against. Y/N unbuttoned his shirt. His hands unzipped to move her dress off of her.
“You're not old, Joel,” Y/N assured him, sending him a surge of confidence, “Besides, I like older guys.” Joel chuckled at her comment, turning her back to face him. Her face pressed against the wall; she glanced up at the mirror.
She looked rough.
Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were stained red. Y/N dress was now on her bedroom floor, Joel fighting with his belt and with his other free hand using it to have it wrapped around her throat. Pressing her against his own body, she moaned out, feeling his bare, warm body. Y/N pushed back on him, feeling his tip tease her entrance.
His laugh was dark; Joel gripped her chin, turning her to make herself look in the mirror once more. “Look at how pretty you are,” Joel murmured, his southern accent thicker as he thrust into her without warning. Y/N felt herself stretch open, watching them in the mirror beside them as she gripped the wall she was against.
“You’re just daddy’s slut aren’t you.” Joel gripped her throat tighter, which turned her on even more. He slapped her ass, causing her to whimper out, “Better be quiet; don't want your family to figure out how much of a slut you are.”
Y/N’s breaths were heavy, his free fingers strumming over the swollen bump of her clit, pulling moans from her throat. A smirk grew on his face at her desperate expression. His breathing matched hers as his thrusts got sloppier. Y/N’s body was tense, her hands falling behind him, pulling on his curls. “Relax, sweetheart.” Joel’s big hand slid up and down her curved spine.
Their bodies became sweaty, sticking together Y/N could feel herself get closer as he sped up on her clit. She could hardly breathe, she had never taken a cock this big, but she was too impatient to wait for him to stretch her out on his fingers. Y/N was whining and moaning as his hands clenched against her throat, keeping her looking in the mirror.
“You're mine; I'll be whatever you want me to be, baby,” Joel groaned, moaning out in pleasure himself, “Hell, I'll be your sugar daddy.” Y/N felt sweat drip down her forehead, letting out a laugh croaking out with a moan behind it. Her hand rested on his shoulders, feeling that familiar feeling grows in her stomach.
“So fucking tight, sweetheart,” Joel said, his voice muffled as his mouth pressed against her neck. Each thrust coaxed a gasp from her; she had her nails digging into the fabric of the wall. Y/N’s vision was blurry from the overwhelming tears brimming her eyes. “Come around, my cock,” Joel commanded, his words making everything intensify.
“Oh god, Daddy,” she gasped, shaking head to toe. “Joel, I’m—yes, yes, yes-.” Joel was not far behind her, her eyes watching him cum inside her. Joel's lips drug down her cheek, releasing his load into her.
Tears stained her cheeks as he turned her to face him, wiping them away. “That's the only time you need to cry, my girl.” Joel kissed the top of her forehead, clearly out of breath, still holding her up. Her legs were like jello getting over to her bed, cuddling beside Joel underneath the thick sheets.
“My parents would kill you if they figured this out.” Y/N laughed out, which warmed his chest as she laid there. His arms wrapped around her, running his fingers through her hair, sharing a laugh.
“Be glad I don't kill your parents for makin’ you cry like that.” Y/N knew Joel knew that day she had cried. She locked eyes with him briefly, and he tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. Y/N still rested on his chest, her nails gently rubbing up and down.
“Guess I got my Secret admirer to take care of me.”
#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller one shot#joel miller smut#pedro pascal smut#smutjoelmiller#joelmillerxreadersmut#joelmillerfanficsmut#pedro pascal as joel miller#joelsmutseries#joelsmutau
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i DEFINITELY want more Frat Boy Sukuna!!! 😍😍😍😍
Oh man, you're twisting my arm so hard here nonnie, what ever will I do?
I guess I'm just going to have to post some headcanons and frame work I have for the up coming part 2 (Of which you can get on the tag list for it: here!) Oh! And if you want a refresher, you can find Seven Minuets in Heaven Here!
Now Presenting...
Some supplemental reading if you will ;)
Ok, lets start with just some basic information on our boy
Hes in the Alpha Beta Omega frat, or the ABO frat. The entire Frat is very quick to point out they’ve been around longer than ABO when you bring it up, minus Ryomen.
He just tells you he’s an Alpha and asks if you’re trying to be his Omega. It normally gets whatever reaction he wants
He’s majoring in business against his will (Remember this: It will come up) with a minor in he’s really about: History
If taking over his fathers very lucrative business (Again: This will come back up later) fails, he wants to be a history teacher.
He often bonds with Nanami over hating their shared major and being annoyed with Gojo and Geto making out in the most inconvenient places.
He sells drugs on the side to supplement his income, but nothing harder than weed because “Weeds not even a drug when you think about it.”
Is known for being the biggest manslut in the manslut frat. But hey, at least he gets tested regularly.
Ok, so now I want to start with a little bit of his background because it informs a lot about how I characterize him.
He’s Yuji’s older brother by about 4 years. Both of them look almost exactly like their father. The man really said Ctrl C, Ctrl V, Ctrl V.
Their father left when they were 7 and 3 respectively. Yuji doesn’t remember, but Ryomen very clearly remembers how horrible their father was to their mother. To him, it was a relief when that asshole finally abandoned the family for good.
The family moved in with their Grandpa, who was one of the very old school “I will only tell my kids I love them on my death bed” types. He also died when the boys were only 13 and 9.
Meaning our boy never really had a good role model for how to perform masculinity, and now that he’s an adult he finds himself pretending to be the type of man media told him he was supposed to be. Somewhere between Tyler Durden and Joey Tribbiani. He doesn’t think he’s very good at this performance.
The moment he turned 16, he started getting piercings to try and look less like his dad. The moment he turned 18 he got his tattoos to really separate himself from his father. Yuji thinks it’s insane, but Ryomen thinks it’s worth it to be able to look in the mirror without wanting to punch it.
His father reached out to him his senior year of high school. He offered to pay for 100% of Sukuna’s college tuition, as long as he majored in business and took over the “family” company once he graduated.
Yea, turns out dear old dads new wife couldn’t conceive, and his smoking had finally caught up with him in the form of lung cancer. Faced with an inevitable death, he was desperate for an heir.
Ryomen may have despised his father with everything in his being, but he realized how stupid it would be to throw away not only a free education, but also a guaranteed career. So he agreed.
OKAY now that that’s outta the way, let’s get into how he is in a relationship 😈
You are his first real relationship. He’s had “relationships” that lasted officially about 2 weeks at the longest. He’s had a plethora of situationships where he’d make promises he had no intention to keep. But as far as actually, serious, relationships you’re number one.
And genuinely this new emotion kinda scares the shit out of him. The first time he got love pangs he thought he was having a panic attack, the first time you brushed him off he felt like he shattered. this shit sucks yo, no wonder the Greeks thought it was a mental illness.
He has no idea how to properly love someone, he’s winging this shit: Doing everything entirely based on vibes
In his past “relationships” the moment conflict arose, he would leave. He doesn’t want to do that to you though, so head it is.
I’m not joking, the moment you have an issue he’s taking you to bed to try and distract you. And he’s always shocked when you still want to, ya know, communicate about issues you’re having after the fact. And he’s always even more shocked when you don’t just leave the moment conflict arises.
Did I mention he has no real concept of how healthy relationships work?
He’s trying though. He’s trying harder to make this work than he’s trying to keep his grades up.
Often catches himself flirting with other girls without even realizing it, it’s just second nature to him. He’ll always disengage the moment he realizes
Oh he’s jealous. Oh he’s so jealous. He sees you just talking to another guy and he’s spiraling in his head. He’s immediately getting involved and planting hickies on your neck right in front of whoever you’re talking to, because you’re his god damn it.
As such he loves to buy you jewelry. His dad’s got fuck you money, and he plans to spend it all on you. His current favorite thing to see you wear it a dainty, golden chain, with a ruby encrustedfrat b R hanging from it. It looked gorgeous on you, and marked you as undeniably his.
Suguru has 1000% had to talk him out of getting a tattoo of your name, this man is down so unbelievably bad. He’s never really been in love before, and now that he’s feeling it he’s overwhelmed by it.
This man really thought he was above getting pussy drunk until he hooked up with you. Now he realizes he’s is Not. At. All immune to it, and is actually quite prone to it!
Ultimately, his goal is to marry you after graduation, even though his fraternity brothers are highly against it. Not because they don’t like you, quite the contrary, they love you! But they all know that marrying your first love probably isn’t the move, and that the two of you have a lot of problems to work through. They want him to at least wait a few years before popping the question.
Still, every once in awhile he catches himself looking at rings and day dreaming about the future.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk frat boy au#fratboy!sukuna#frat boy sukuna#sukuna ryomen#ryomen x reader#jjk sukuna#frat boy! Sukuna x reader
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Hey author, can I get a request for GOM who have a S/O who can be really mean and Blunt on the outside but kind secretly (On the outside, they can act like Jade West or Karma Akabane but to those who are close to them, They can be gentle, kind, caring, and funny).
Hii Erina :>
I love this concept so much omd (and it's so fun to meet another knb writer)
GoM x S/O who's like Jade West
Akashi
When he first met you, he was intrigued- most people respected or feared him, so he was shocked when you were seemingly unintimidated. While it bothered him, it also made him feel indescribably linked to you
Now, he loves that you have a softer and kinder side that you only show him and a few other people. He's quite possessive, and it makes him feel like you're his
Because he knows how rare that side of you is, he treasures it even more, though he doesn't tell you often
It was definitely an enemies/rivals to lovers kind of relationship
Appreciates how blunt you are- he despises fake people and sees it as a strength of yours (plus it means guys don't usually try to hit on you - it's very clear you're not interested)
Definitely tells you to watch your attitude jokingly
Aomine
Another enemies to lovers - you'd always argue over the stupidest things
Over time however, you realised you had more in common than you thought and you understood each other
Opening up to each and developing trust other took time - he appreciated it even more knowing you don't normally let people in
Teases you about how different you act when you guys are alone, but he actually kinda likes knowing you so deeply compared to everyone else (also, he's the same-)
You guys definitely spend hours laughing together and bitching about people that piss you off
If you have a goth/alt aesthetic like Jade, he's secretly into it
Kise
Definitely tried to hit on you from the start. The fact that if didn't work only made him more resilient
Initially, you found the way he tried so hard to get to know you and always hung around you very annoying, and you made that painfully clear
However, over time, he showed you he was on your side and genuinely cared about you, so you gradually behan to open up and show him the softer side of your personality
Now, you two do everything and go everywhere together
Teases you about being an "emo kid" (he loves your look really)
Is secretly entertained when you pick fights with his groupies
Sunshine x grumpy kind of dynamic
Thinks your rare smiles are everything and does everything he can to make you happy
Midorima
You met when you were paired up together for a class project
It was very painful at first - you were both stubborn and unwilling to compromise, so you spent hours insulting each other
But, with the deadline looming, you managed to figure out how to work together and ended up getting an A* on that project
You started respecting each other and seeing each other's good qualities (although neither one of you admitted it)
Takao probably realised Midorima liked you way earlier than Midorima himself and teased him relentlessly because of it
Definitely a slow burn, but when you guys became close, Midorima completely fell in love with your soft side
At the start of the relationship, communication felt awkward and difficult at times, but the deeper your bond got, the easier it became as you grew less guarded around each other
Gets flustered very easily around you, especially if you compliment him
Your flirting looks more like insulting each other
Murasakibara
Friends to lovers - you guys would just chill together because you found everyone else's company intolerable
Will insult the hell out of each other but fight anyone who insults the other one
At first, he just saw you as funny and sharp tongued. But, when you grew closer and began to trust each other, he saw the other side of your personality and grew to adore it
Took him months to realise why he loved your company so much and he remained in denial for ages after that
Very possessive/jealous (you tease him a lot because of it)
Becomes a sweetheart when you're alone
You guys mostly do chill things together like relaxing at home while eating snacks and watching TV
Masterlist
#knb fanfic#knb x reader#gom x reader#knb#aomine x reader#aomine daiki#ryota kise x reader#kise x reader#ryota kise fanfic#aomine fanfic#akashi x reader#akashi seijirou#murasakibara fanfic#murasakibara x reader#midorima x reader#midorima shintarou
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absolutely gorgeous art. genuinely made me see the beauty in life.
and your writing? brother. (<- in tears)
one thing i want to ask you:
so we see Farkhad mainly through the Stamatin's view, i feel.
do you have any thoughts on Farkhad as a person? how he was as a kid? or a teenager? or is he for you only "existent" as an extension of the Stamatins? as this mysterious being... if you catch my drift.
THANK YOOUUU 🫶🫶🫶 very touched... the world is so beautiful and i can only try to approach its beauty. & more writing to come soon but this time it's evil.
and ok. ok. hehe. [1-frame glitch where i appear as an evil dog smiling] ok. hahaha héhéhé okay so basically.
farkhad's purposefully ambiguous to me, by me, through m(e/y telling of him). this is his design. this is paramount to his comprehension of him as a character to me. he is to me, but also to the real, lived and played, experienced narrative of the game, exclusively alive as an extension of the stamatins - it is them who give him (t)his game. there would be no farkhad without the twins, for it is them who named him this. he is nameless without them. however, and it is perhaps better articulated this way, more than being an extension of the stamatins... they are an extension of him. when i design him based on 18th-early 20th century persian portraiture it is because i anchor him, his physicality, in an art that predates the narrative, even his life as it is experienced by the twins. when i joke he was sculpted on the Achaemenid friezes, i mean it, when i joke he spoke(/speaks) ancient arameic by having been there when it was spoken, i mean it. and i don't. i'm fucking wit you and i'm not. this is what happened to the twins as well.
this is something that i'm currently exploring in my current WIP but the way i conceptualize him is like..... a greek or roman myth. in the same way a character from greek & roman literature can have multiple stories of their births, multiple stories of who their parents are, multiple stories of what their symbols and associations are depending on the region, on the time period, on the people who worshipped and read (or despised and tried to burn out of the records); this is what he is happening to him.
i do believe he has a story, a place of birth, parents, even a sibling. I think he has a younger sister who resembles him a lot. where he is a sculptor and an architect and only incidentally is a musician, she is a musician by trade as well as a dancer. both of his parents were well-educated, relatively middle class. they also owned ancient art, which very young gave him his liking for creation. it was obvious he was gay as a child, in ways that translated in a great artistic potential, and his parents encouraged him in that path and kinda... pretended-to-not-see the gay thing, because they saw the artistic potential, and found himself having to accept that one influenced the other. i believe he is an Aquarius - this mysterious sign which appears to be of water, but is actually of air (this sign which is the very last: closing of the zodiac year, he is closing of everything around. he is the closing statement; everything comes after him).
and i don't.
you know what i mean?
#evil dog smile#THANK YOU FOR ASKING. TEEHEES AND GIGGLES.#ring ring (answers)#anonymous#farkhad#farkhad pathologic#fourfold bullet#threeandahalffold bullet#<- not really those two but there is other pertinent info in those tags methinks#oneirotects
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Little things about Morris. (Mostly HCs)
climbs on everything. was probably a leash kid in the modern au.
runs/walks away randomly. Perfectly happy to do his own thing when he gets distracted.
will either eat everything or nothing all day no in between
Reads but had a hard time writing
will melt if you touch his hair
bewildered by compliments. bros makin this face :0 when you say smth nice
(Os is behind him makin this face tho >:0)
clothes are always too big
despises carrots
dancing around the house bc stimming and no I’m not projecting shhh
hates being told what to do but can’t function without instructions
Just wants Oscar to be happy
hates that Oscar destroys himself to keep him happy
feels useless bc of this ^
Always cold
still visits Medda sometimes but only when one’s absolutely sure Oscar is out of commission and won’t come after him. And bolts if Jack is there.
doesn’t love the taste of alcohol but drinks it anyway cuz he doesn’t have to think about anything when he drunk.
he n is have both had moments when hungover where they look into the mirror and wonder if they’re becoming like their father
wonders if he n os will ever find a better life
provably has wanted to hug a newsie before but remembered how mad os would be and didnt
and finishing on a happier note: Steals Oscar’s stuff just to see how long it takes for him to notice. - 🤠anon
I’m like those videos of dogs with twelve tennis balls rn just grabbing these trying to stuff as many in my mouth at one time as possible and then promptly abandoning them for the rest endlessly
just gotta dump thoughts for a bit in no particular order now and you can connect them to the hcs like a french worksheet
“why are you so cold?” “why are you so hot?”
morris has no perception of actual praise when it comes to complements on stuff he’s doing/says, he just assumes it’s sarcasm and then if they’re reinforced buffers for an age also has no awareness that he’s attractive asf and genuinely does not compute when he gets looks/comments on his appearance it’s very cute
morris, age 8, on top of a carriage: :]
oscar, age 10, looked away for fifteen seconds: oh for fuck-
on that note, george morris climbiest boy ever on the banisters and railings and stairs just levering himself everywhere while oscar trails after all sensible and Boring
oscar: where the fuck is my cap-
morris, wearing it: no idea lol that’s so weird
(like that one video of jacob with jbs necktie)
medda medda medda. when oscar is hungover or sick or injured he’ll just slip away, and sometimes it’s just to sit in the corner of the theatre and have that comfort/familiarity without ever actually seeing her, sometimes he’ll sit and talk a little. not much, never anything personal or detailed but he’ll talk and it hurts medda’s heart how different he is and the way oscar is never there
he holds a pencil like a fucking freak I don’t make the rules, also left handed so the actual act of writing is generally Hard and when he has to properly focus on spelling he struggles a lot
oscar broke the mirror after that and morris kept a little piece to still see his reflection, remind him who he is when he feels himself getting hopeful, even though he hates it
#this is the best representation of what my brain looks like honestly#never as cohesive as I make out#I just Lobe Him#what a bbg#newsies#newsies the musical#anonymous#daveyfvckingjacobs#newsies hc#the delancey brothers#morris delancey
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Gentle reminder that the live action Grinch adaptation has the most believable version of the character and the most effective version of the book's setting and god was he cooking in this scene.
This particular speech cuts right to the heart of everything wrong with the Whos in the film and why they needed to learn the true meaning of Christmas alongside the Grinch, and the fucking parallels between this film's setting and real life holiday consumerist zeitgeist here in the USA have aged like fine wine.
It fucking works because it truly shows why anyone would actually hate the Holiday season. It wasn't just that he got made fun of and publicly humiliated as a kid, that was the start of it, sure, but after years of watching from atop his mountain the Grinch just absolutely despises everything about these people and their obsession with the consumer culture of the Christmas season and it all comes to a head in this scene where he just tears the whole Who civilization apart. They made him what he is. People don't just despise Christmas out of nowhere, it has to be pummeled into them, and the Grinch here is so thoroughly done with the holiday and more importantly, the people who celebrate it, because they're kind of dicks and they idolize capitalism more than anything else. That's genuinely how a lot of people end up feeling around the Holiday season, and it continues to be relevant as time goes on.
This movie goes so much deeper and further than the original book did and is basically what I want out of a Dr Seuss adaptation, even if the film does get a little edgy in some places. It's a shame the film adaptations of Dr Seuss that came afterward didn't seem to care as much.
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Eddie Munson ~ My Guardian Angel
*I DON'T OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: Language and mentions of verbal and physical abuse
a/n: This was requested from my Wattpad. So, I will say that if you are a Steve lover, you may want to just brush by this imagine lol. He is definitely not painted in a good light in this one. But on a more serious note, this imagine does mention verbal and physical abuse. I may not know firsthand what it feels like to deal with this, but I have seen how abuse affects people. I saw it with several people I care deeply about and want everyone to know that no one deserves to feel like that. No one deserves to go through that. Whether it be child or abuse from a significant other, no one should have to deal with that. So, if you are dealing with abuse, please know that you are not alone, and you can get help. There are people out there and resources that can and will help you. So, please, please, please go get help. If you know someone who is dealing with abuse, you take the step for them and find them help. Do your part and make sure they know they are never ever alone. I am always available to talk if you need someone who isn't so close to the situation. Thank you all for all the support. I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this one. My next post will be a Billy Hargrove imagine with a Munson!Reader. So, be ready for that!
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The quiet hum of your air conditioner filled the room. You stood shirtless in front of your mirror, staring at the blue and purple marks littering your skin. Your fingers lightly outlined each spot, remembering each instance when Steve’s hands found themselves on you in a less than affectionate manner. You touched the most recent mark and winced a little at the sharp pain from the little pressure your fingers provided. Your eyes crawled over your beaten and battered body for another moment before sighing and pulling your shirt over your head, forgetting again about the pain your boyfriend was causing you.
You moved around your room, finishing getting ready for your night. Eddie would be there any minute with movies to watch, and you didn’t want to keep him waiting. The two of you had been doing this since you were kids. It was like a ritual at this point. Every Friday night, Eddie would go to your house after renting an ungodly number of movies, and the two of you would run through them while eating way too much junk food. When you were younger, those evenings you spent with Eddie were just a fun little thing. But now, it was the only time you actually felt peace in your life.
It wasn’t always like this. At first, Steve wasn’t even on your radar. Growing up with Eddie meant that, even though you did your best to avoid it, you inevitably developed feelings for the boy. He was your best friend, and you spent almost all your time together. It was kind of hard to not catch feelings. But, after years of secretly falling head over heels for your best friend, you came to the conclusion that he didn’t feel the same way. He never made a move and, in your mind, never let on that he reciprocated your sentiments. So, you suppressed everything you felt for Eddie and reluctantly moved on. And the person whose arms you fell into was none other than Steve Harrington.
In the beginning, Steve was soft, sweet, good, and kind. He took care of you and made you laugh. Even before you two started dating, you always liked him. Being friends with Nancy meant that, while they were dating, you spent a lot of time with her and Steve. You knew he was a genuine guy. He was someone that everyone liked and never had a bad word for. You liked him. But when you told Eddie, he more than despised the idea of you with Steve. He scoffed at you and said, “No one is that good of a guy, Y/N.” You just ignored him, brushing his comment off, thinking he was just jealous he had to share his best friend with another person. At first, your feelings for Steve were platonic, but when Nancy broke up with him, you two got closer. Slowly but surely, your platonic feelings morphed into something more romantic. You could tell that Steve liked you too, and after months of prancing around the subject, Steve finally broke down and asked you to be his girlfriend, and you obviously accepted.
You were happy. Steve was a good guy. He would protect you and keep you safe. At least that’s how it was for the first couple of months. Then something changed. It was subtle. He started yelling instead of raising his voice. Then that turned to him insulting you when he was upset. He would put you down and scream so loud that sometimes you felt your bones rattle. Somehow, he always seemed to twist the situation to make you feel like the reason why he was acting that way was because of something you did. But he always apologized. So, you stayed. But then he started putting his hands on you.
The first time it happened was in his car. You reached into his center console, and he smacked your hand. He made it seem like it was a playful tap, and you believed him. Couples do that all the time. They playfully shoved one another or slapped each other lightly on the arm. But that’s not what Steve started doing. Maybe in public, he made it seem that way, but behind closed doors, he was more aggressive. He started pushing you so hard that you would fall over or run into things. Then, he started forcefully grabbing you until his fingerprints were ingrained in your skin. One after another, bruises started showing up on your body. Steve never left a mark where someone would see, though. He knew where to lay his hands, so the only person who knew about your constant turmoil was you. Every time you dressed or showered, you were reminded of the monster your boyfriend had become. But you were too deep into the relationship, and you were scared of what Steve would do if you tried to leave. So, you stayed.
You were just about done getting into your comfy clothes when your doorbell rang. Your heart jumped in your chest, and a smile pulled at your lips. Finally, your little piece of heaven had arrived. You jogged to the front door, swung it open, and your smile dropped. It wasn’t Eddie. Your breathing started to waver as you stared at Steve standing on your porch. He didn’t look happy. But he never did, always sporting a permanent scowl. He raised an eyebrow at you and shook his head.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, the question coming out much weaker than you hoped.
Steve rolled his eyes and shoved you to the side to walk inside.
“What? All of a sudden, I can’t surprise my girlfriend?”
You watched as he walked into your living room and plopped onto your couch. You carefully shut the door and approached him. He was plucking at the pilling fabric on your sofa, not even paying attention to you.
“Steve,” you began, “I-I have plans.”
“Cancel ‘em.”
You felt like you were going to pass out with the way your throat was clenching.
“I can’t.”
His fingers stopped messing with the fabric, finally acknowledging that you were standing in front of him.
“Who could you possibly have plans with? You have no friends, Y/N.”
You knew that when you told him who you would be seeing tonight, he would explode. But you couldn’t lie. He would see right through you. You wrang your hands together in an attempt to hide the way they were trembling.
“I do have friends, Steve. And my plans are with Eddie.”
You could see the way his eyes darkened at Eddie’s name.
“I thought I told you to stop seeing him,” Steve said through gritted teeth.
“He’s, my friend. We always get together on Fridays.”
Steve stood from his spot on the couch, and you instinctively took two steps back. You knew this stance all too well. His shoulders were back, and his fists clenched at his sides. You knew what would come next. Steve started closing the gap between the two of you, and you continued to step away, trying to maintain the distance.
“So,” Steve said, his voice much louder than before, “you’ve been seeing him behind my back?”
You couldn’t say anything. Your mind was reeling as your eyes wandered around the room, trying to find a place to run. There was no way out. The front door was too far, and there was no way you were going to be able to get around him anyway. But Steve took your silence as an affirmation that you were keeping secrets from him.
“I thought we told each other everything, babe. So why didn’t you tell me about your nights with Eddie? Hm? Is it because you’re doing stuff you shouldn’t be?”
There was nowhere else for you to go. Steve had reached you, and he grabbed your arm. You let out a little whine and cowered just slightly at his threatening grasp.
“No, Steve, I promise all we do is watch movies.”
“Are you cheating on me?” He shouted, causing you to shut your eyes and turn your face away from him. Tears were burning behind your eyelids as his grip tightened around your arm, and his voice got even louder.
“Huh? Whoring yourself around? Thinking I wouldn’t find out?”
The tears you were trying to hide were falling freely down your cheeks now, and you were shaking.
“I would never cheat on you. Please, you’re hurting me.”
“Shut up, bitch!”
Steve’s other hand came flying up and connected with your cheek in a harsh slap. You collapsed and let out a shriek of pain. The sharp stinging of his hand sizzled on your cheek. You didn’t fall completely to the floor, as Steve’s other hand never let go of your arm. He yanked you back onto your feet, holding you up with his tight grip, and pulled you so close you could feel his breath fanning over your face.
“This is what happens when you don’t listen to me, you stupid fucking slut.”
His other hand grabbed your other arm, and you shut your eyes. You knew what came next. You would either go slamming into a wall or a piece of furniture. This was not the first time you were in this position. You tried to relax as best as you could to avoid breaking anything when your front door flew open. Your eyes shot open, and through your blurry vision, you could see Eddie walking inside. He was sifting through the several VHS tapes in his hands. He wasn’t paying attention and hadn’t seen the horror show happening in your living room.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he said, laughing a little, “Family Video was slammed. But I brought your favorite, A Nightmare on -” He stopped short when he finally lifted his eyes and saw Steve’s hands on you and your sobbing figure.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Your body shook with each sob, and you could feel your face swelling from where Steve slapped you. Steve’s hands tightened around your arms, and you whimpered a little.
“It’s none of your goddamn business, freak,” Steve said, spitting the last word.
Eddie’s eyes looked from you to Steve and back. You looked at Steve, whose stare was relentless. He wanted you to tell Eddie to leave. He wanted you to get him to go so he could finish what he was doing. But you couldn’t do that. You turned and looked at Eddie, and you could see him trying to analyze the situation. When his eyes met yours again, you broke. Another sob fell from your lips.
“Eddie,” you said, his name coming out more like a plea than a statement. But that was all it took. Eddie dropped the tapes on the nearest side table, and his spine stiffened.
“Let go of her,” he said.
Steve let out something that sounded like a growl as he dipped his head.
“You need to leave. This has nothing to do with you.”
“I don’t really give a shit,” Eddie said, taking a step forward, “I said let go of her.”
Steve groaned before shoving you to the side and turning to face Eddie. Your stomach was in knots as you watched Steve step up to Eddie. You couldn’t help but think the worst. Eddie wasn’t a fighter. He didn’t do well with conflict and always ran in the opposite direction if he was ever put into a potentially dangerous situation. But not Steve. He knew how to use his hands to cause damage. You, of all people, knew that. But as you stood frozen in place, Eddie didn’t run. Instead, he shrugged and nodded at Steve.
“What’s the play, big boy?”
“Well,” Steve said, voice sounding like a thunderstorm, “I’m gonna kick your ass and then take care of my girlfriend.”
Fear was a wild thing inside of you. It was like you forgot how to move your feet. Tears just streamed down your face as you waited for Steve to throw the first punch. He was moving toward Eddie on a mission. Eddie’s eyes widened, and he looked at you quickly before setting his stare on Steve. Steve was so close to Eddie, and your hands covered your mouth, muffling the scream that was clawing its way out of you. You knew it was coming. Eddie would hit the floor unconscious, and you would be next. But when Steve got close enough, Eddie didn’t wait for him to throw the first punch. Instead, he reared back and punched Steve straight in the face. Steve stumbled back with a shout, and Eddie shook his hand out.
“You son of a bitch!” Steve shouted, then lunged at Eddie, tackling him to the floor.
You watched in horror as the two boys grappled on your living room floor. One minute Steve was dominating the fight, and then Eddie would take over. It went on like that for what felt like hours until Steve ended up on top again. Steve had blood smeared across his face. He smiled down at Eddie, and he looked malevolent. Eddie was breathing heavily, and his arms lay at his sides. He was defeated.
“Are you done?” Steve asked.
Eddie shut his eyes for a second, and you thought he had fainted. But then they shot open again, and, like lightning striking the ground, his fist came flying up, making contact with Steve’s nose. Steve veered back and fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Eddie stood up and wiped his face with the sleeve of his jacket. He moved to tower over Steve’s groaning body and nudged him with his foot. Steve rolled over to look Eddie in the eye, who pointed down at him.
“I will never let you put your hands on her again, you fucking psychopath.”
Your whole body was trembling, but you finally found the strength to walk over to the two boys. When you reached Eddie’s side, his arm immediately slid around your waist as if he had been doing that his whole life. It was natural and felt right. You leaned into his side and took a deep breath before looking down at Steve’s bloody face.
“You need to go, Steve.”
His eyes widened, and he let out a dry laugh.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Your heart was like a racehorse in your chest. You knew what you wanted to say, but you were so scared. You’ve been scared for almost a year now. Eddie must have picked up on your inner turmoil because he gave your hip a light squeeze. And with that small gesture, you were grounded. You felt safe.
“I’m,” you swallowed down your fear, “I’m breaking up with you.”
The words fell out so fast you weren’t sure he understood you, but it felt good.
“We’re done. So, you need to leave.”
For a moment, Steve just stared at you from the floor, but then he pushed to his feet and, like before, you tried to step away, but Eddie’s arm kept you in place. He moved his body just slightly in front of yours, standing eye to eye with Steve.
“She said it’s over. Leave.”
The two of them stayed like that for a minute before Steve finally scoffed and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. And as soon as he was gone, you fell to the floor, all of the adrenaline and strength you had completely gone. Tears you didn’t know you still had fell down your cheeks, and you were shaking uncontrollably. Eddie dropped next to you and pulled you onto his lap. His hand rubbed up and down your back as he shushed you.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you again.”
You stayed in his arms, crying, for minutes before you finally calmed down. Even after the worst of your breakdown past, you didn’t move, and neither did Eddie. Your sniffles here and there and the sound of Eddie’s calloused fingers rubbing against the soft fabric of your shirt were all that could be heard until Eddie sighed.
“How long?”
You knew this question was bound to come up eventually, but you didn’t want to tell him. Once Eddie knew that Steve had been hurting you for almost a year, he was going to break. But you couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, so you nuzzled deeper into him and said, “It started a couple months into our relationship.”
You could feel Eddie tense underneath you. His hand stopped moving for a split second, and when it started up again, it was a rigid movement. You were waiting for him to say, “I told you so,” but he never did. And that was part of the reason you loved him. It didn’t matter that he was right about Steve. He would never exploit your emotions to push his narrative. His rubbing hand grew more fluid again as he relaxed a little.
“Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was afraid of him, Eddie.” Your throat started burning as tears began to bubble up again. You had never admitted that aloud to anyone. Not even yourself. But it was true. You were petrified of what Steve would do to you had you said something to someone. You cleared your throat.
“And I was embarrassed.”
Eddie leaned back, holding you at arm’s length so he could look at your face. He let one hand caress your swollen cheek, and his eyes softened.
“You never have to hide anything from me, Y/N.”
You just nodded before tears started to roll down your cheeks again. Eddie watched you break down for what felt like the millionth time and shook his head.
“This whole situation could’ve been avoided.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked through your hyperventilating.
Eddie ran his hand over his face, then looked at you again.
“If I had just made my move sooner, you would be with me and never would have had to deal with this.”
It took you a minute to realize what he said. He had feelings for you. He wanted to be with you. Your mouth opened and closed several times before you finally asked, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Eddie shrugged.
“I was afraid to lose you. You’re all I have, Y/N.”
With that little statement, Eddie had managed to start piecing together your shattered heart. He brushed the back of his forefinger over your cheek to wipe away a stray tear.
“You’re the only person I can count on, the one who will always have my back, my best friend, and the girl I’ve been in love with since I met her.”
His hand fully cupped your face.
“It’s you. It’s always been you.”
You moved your hand to cover his and leaned into his touch.
“Steve was never my first choice.”
A small smirk played on Eddie’s lips as he quirked up one of his brows.
“Who was then?”
“You, Eddie,” you said before leaning forward and pressing your lips to his.
It was like a million fireworks were exploding in your chest. His lips moved against yours like they were meant to be there. You never wanted to forget the way they felt against you. Eddie’s hand slid to the back of your head while his other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you just a little closer. He was so careful with you, afraid that if he moved too quickly, you would shatter. You pressed your body against him, letting the kiss wash over you in waves. And you went on like that for minutes until you pulled back, out of breath. A goofy smile overtook Eddie’s face.
“I’ve been waiting for that for a long time.”
You dropped your head and let out a little chuckle. But when you looked back at Eddie, there was a little bit of tension in his stare. He tilted his head to the side.
“Dare I say what I’m really feeling?”
You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips.
“Hm, and what is that, Eddie the Banished?”
He leaned his forehead onto yours and whispered, “I love you.”
This time a wild grin spread across your lips, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You could feel your face grow hot at those three words, and you bit your bottom lip before saying, “I love you too.”
Eddie pulled you back in until your lips connected once more in a sweet kiss. When Eddie broke the kiss, he stood up and offered you his hand.
“Now,” he said, “I have all night to make you feel better, starting with some super cheesy slasher film. What do you say?”
You took his hand and stood in front of him.
“I can’t imagine anything else I’d rather do.”
And with that, Eddie led you to your sofa, where the two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddled up next to one another.
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Maybe it's a unpopular opinion but i think that, whatever Isabella thought about it, shipping Ray would have destroyed her. She tried to keep her distance from him, because she was afraid to love him like her son, because she was unable to save him. She says "i couldn't dote on you" but she also thinks "i love you so much". She loves him so much when she tried to not. So i'm pretty sure that giving him to demon ans seeing him die (because she sees the kids die) would have broke her heart forever
Oh for sure. I don’t think anything could break her as much as Leslie’s departure did, but having to ship out Ray would definitely land a critical hit on her heart. No one would ever know this, of course. Isabella would hide her true emotions on a daily basis, as she does with every other kid she sends to the gate, but despite their very unusual and complicated mother-son relationship, she still cares for him as much as any other kid she had the chance to raise. We just don't get to see her loving nature towards Ray much because.. well, she's real damn good at her job.
I believe she only distanced herself after she learned that Ray was her actual son. Before Ray made the deal with her, there was no reason for her to treat him any different from anyone else. She thought he was just another kid she had to raise to be eaten for some demons to ensure her own survival. It sounds bad, I know, but it also means there was no point in acting fake around him. Everything she did pre-agreement was as genuine as she could get, given the circumstances of the house. For the first couple of years, she was nothing but a mom to him, just like she was to the other kids.
The distance between them grew once the deal came into play because they now saw each other as enemies. That actually helped them in regards to them handling their different situations and their own emotions, as the deal gave them different roles to act in. The whole shepherd/sheepdog idea made their interactions more civil and blunt. Sure they both ended up despising one another and plotting for the other’s downfall, but the agreement ultimately made it easier for them to deal with each other, as all their actions, words, thoughts, etc were as fake as could be. They learned that by twisting their relationship in such an insane way would help keep their emotions out of the picture so they can each pursue their goal in their never-ending game of chess, sneaking around their formalities to gain advantages over the other.
If they had to act like a real mother & son to each other with all the knowledge they both had about the farm, it would certainly make those last six years mentally and emotionally exhausting, no matter how hard they tried to hide it. Makes me wonder if Ray never offered up himself as her watchdog, would Isabella have shipped him off early instead? She kept Ray around since she could still control and use him as her own puppet, but I dunno if her love for him would’ve been strong alone to save him. She takes her caretaker job so seriously that love certainly couldn't save any other kid of hers, so despite Ray being her actual son, I wouldn’t doubt that she might’ve shipped him out prematurely here. His test scores could possibly gave him the chance to stay a bit longer, since she favors results more than the rules of the house, but there’s no way she could’ve ignored a kid who knew the secret and have them walk around the plantation carefree either. That would’ve created several problems. In the end, the deal was a huge benefit to them both. Obviously it spared Ray's life, but it also saved Isabella from getting even more emotionally attached to him by tossing their precious relationship aside.
Of course I know she does love him deep down. All I need to prove it is this one page that still manages to break my heart in several pieces and oh my god y’all I love them so damn much aaaaahhhh. Damn it Shirai! Did you really have to do this to them? And to me??
Aside from all the occasions I’ve spoken about Isabella loving her kids & Ray, ch 181.7 also throws the truth right in our faces once more thanks to Ray’s goodbye note. I recently mentioned in my 182days posts how touching it was for Isabella to hold onto the children's stuff because it shows us how near and dear they all were to her heart, so while she does eventually use the note to gain trust from Matilda & the other ladies, I firmly believe she kept it as a memento of Ray first and foremost. We see her holding onto that note here as if it’s just the most precious thing in the world and it warms my heart knowing that she kept it on her person the night of the escape since the entire house literally went up in flames and everything else in it was lost. If her love for Ray was this obvious to the four sisters who barely knew a thing about her, then it had to be clear as hell to her actual kids.
The love she feels for her kids (& Ray most importantly) should also be common knowledge to us readers as well, but I see some people doubt it every now and then still. It's fine, really. People will always see her as a villain and that's understandable. But *gestures to everything I ever said about this woman* hello?? Pfftt. ANYWAYS! Thanks for letting me ramble on about these two! (and if you're the same anon who sent the other ask that came in right after this one then I'll be answering that one shortly.)
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People who drink the love ron weasley kool-aid annoy me. Kid Ron(1-3) maybe I understand, but in later books he's just an asshole who never grows. Draco Malfoy had better character development than him and Jk Rowling hated Draco. And don't give me that "but he was poor and had all those brothers" bullshit. I call bullshit. Especially in books 6 and 7. Ron was the worst in those two.
Everyone who cry about him being “poor” and that being the reason for his personality problems annoy me. They were all poor, none of his brothers grew up to be as envious and assholish as him. First, and it’s something that bothered me the entire time, how poor are they? They have their own house that fits their ginormous family, they have enough money for the cuisine Molly constantly cooks, and it’s not just something to fill themselves with, it’s tasty and good and all. They’re all always been clothed and it’s NORMAL to wear clothes older ones outgrew. It’s not a sign of “they’re so unfortunately poor” it’s LOGICAL! Children grow a mile a minute, why would anyone just throw it away? Where I come from, it’s not even siblings in many cases, it’s just: your parents know someone who has a kid younger than you and it goes “oh! We have so many clothes just laying around! Here, let them try these and keep it if it fits/they like it”. And the same was done to you by someone with an older kid. And no one thinks it’s a sign of poverty, it’s sustainable if anything.
Plus, his brothers all have something specific going for them, they all found their “niche”, they’re all distinctive. Bill, as an oldest, has been shown as additional caregiver (I despise when parents turn their older children into additional parents for the young ones, but well, I already mentioned what I think of Molly as a mother. And Arthur is just so not there most of the time), but he also has a job that his passionate about and everything. Charlie had quidditch and, of course, DRAGONS. Percy is passionate about politics and he genuinely believes that he’s choosing what will be better for the world. (Honestly, with the way he was treated by his brothers and how his parents did nothing about it… I can understand his resentment. And I don’t think that I would ever trust Dumbledore as blindly as all the rest of Weasleys did, there is something incredibly creepy about a school headmaster, who inspires children for the war and prior to Book 5 seems to be the one actually ruling the Magical UK…). Fred and George are the pranksters and they manage to make it into profitable business BEFORE THEY LEFT SCHOOL! Plus they’re awesome at quidditch as well. They all have their own thing, distinctive from the rest and Ron… is just there. He has NOTHING, absolutely nothing going for himself except that he has Harry Potter for a best friend. He’s not his own person at all.
So, to excuse Ron being an envious ass because he grew up poor and because he’s the youngest brother is just… why would that be an excuse?
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have my postal 1 dude headcanons because hes so meeeeee
tw for mentions of self harm
• hed just barely turned 20 by the time postal 1 happened
• a bit of a mallgoth, really loved nine inch nails and marilyn manson
• had a really bad self harm addiction back in highschool, he was 2 years clean by postal 1
• actually felt so bad for everything hed done, cant even hear fake gunshots without wanting to throw up
• i believe that the demon was responsible for his breakdown, it convinced him that everyone was poisoned and that he was the only one that could save them
• schizophrenic, has hurt himself before because voices convinced him to do so
• shy and selectively mute
• other postal dudes treat him like a kid because of his age (postal 4 dude is his parental figure)
• asshole dad who was never around
• smokes like a chimney, anytime anyone sees him he always seems to have a cigarette in his hand
• great with kids, thats why he couldnt bring himself to hurt them
• the funeral ending was a hallucination (ik thats redux but they are practically the same leave me alone)
• the most traumatised postal dude
• would probs be a mitski stan
• autistic, bites the other postal dudes
• loves cats
• bisexual and in denial (has a fat crush on every single member of nin)
• just starts screaming randomly, but not in a funny way like a genuine terror way
• stares at people with his autism eyes
• wears his sunglasses everywhere
• lives off cheese and vodka (hes like an alcoholic mouse)
• absolutely loves horror movies, gets postal 4 dude to watch them with him
• scared of corkscrew, but corkscrew really likes him and feels the need to protect him
• suffered from anorexia at a young age, sometimes has days where he literally cant eat anything without crying
• people pleaser, changes his entire personality to make people happy
• loves wool sweaters, practically lives in them
• always cold
• drinks to forget
• gets randomly angry for no apparent reason, will start punching the shit out of people and screaming
• against the big light prefers lamps
• will just sit in the corner and listen while people talk
• loves pepperoni pizza
• still has braces
• probably loves hello kitty but will never admit it
• shoplifts literally anytime he goes into a store, steals things for other postal dudes
• would violently sob to real men by mitski
• bullys postal 4 dudes music but actually likes it (can you tell i love the idea of them being friends?)
i added more because ive got so many headcanons for this emo loser <3
• really picky with what he can eat, will spit anything out he doesnt like
• his family where heavily religious, thats why he wears a cross
• can fall asleep literally anywhere
• defos a stoner
• practically lived at korn concerts
• likes hugs but also despises being touched
• corkscrew carries him about everywhere, gives him piggybacks all the time
• either completely stone cold or really giggly and happy, there is no in between
• uses :-) :-P :-O :-( when texting
• probably likes cannibal corpse
• chop suey! by system of a down is his anthem
• spins around in circles to stim, postal 2 guy joins in because funni
• steals peoples jackets
• would be absolutely cracked at hatsune miku project diva
• has a hyperfixation on music and plays bass
• i think he would be really soft spoken most the time
• when hes drunk hes absolutely mayhem, runs around and throws cushions at people
• tried to give himself a stick and poke and got mad when it didnt look good
• if postal 1 was set in the early 2000s i think hed be an emo
• goes nonverbal often, hardly ever speaks
• claustrophobic, will start crying if he feels trapped
• hates parades (unless its a pride one #ally)
• (●__●) stares at people like this
• tooth gap<3333
• hates wearing bandages around his arms because theyre itchy and uncomfortable
• probably had an entire bag of bandaids on standby
• ik he canonically has sorta short hair but i like to think its really long
• wanted a mohawk
• wears eyeliner but will deny it even though its so obvious
• he did have a girlfriend at one point but she left him because he was strange (autism making him bitchless💀)
• ik this makes no sense but i think it would be funny af if he was scottish, like all the other postal dudes expect him to sound like them but then he starts speaking in the heaviest scottish accent imaginable (and before you say im only saying that because hes ginger im scottish so im actually projecting get it right)
• gave himself so many piercings but half of them closed up
• likes flavoured tea, his fav is peppermint
• would probably have a crush on tyler durden
• not really a hc but imagine him falling asleep on the sofa and postal 4 dude covering him with a nice fluffy blanket and giving him a little kiss on the forehead like dads in movies 😭😭😭
• wanted to be a musician growing up
• would watch the entire saw franchise in one sitting
• postal 4 dude always checks his arms and makes sure hes eaten, but he doesnt get upset with him if he does relapse or doesnt eat because he knows hes trying
• everyone tells him all their drama because they know he wont tell anyone (he knows everything)
• no one is willing to argue with him because he will either start crying or attack them
• probably bipolar
• signed postal 2 guys petition
• probably rabid/j
• really good at art
• scared of seagulls
• hes really lanky and tall
• (;ŏ﹏ŏ) default facial expression
• red is his favourite colour
• hes an anti-shaggin moment/ref
• will just lay on top of people with absolutely no care whatsoever
• really bad at helping others, hed probably awkwardly giggle at someone crying
• he likes stuffed animals, has a whole collection of them because he was never allowed them when he was a kid
• if you asked him his pronouns hed probably bite you (he doesnt understand)
• if demon ever got a physical form all the dudes (excluding 1) would team up and beat its ass
• demon still appears sometimes and even tells 1 what to do, but he does his best not to listen
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• hates chocolate cake with every fibre of his being
• paints his nails all the time, comes downstairs every day with a new colour
• one of the dudes got him a copy of pretty hate machine on cd for christmas and it was his most favourite thing for months
• loves little insects, willingly picks them up
• collects so much random shit its insane
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• can never sit in pure silence because there always seems to be noise, but really its all in his head (this is based on some of the tracks from the redux soundtrack as obviously some of them are just unintelligible noise)
• picks at his skin alot
• used to skip school alot, but always did well in tests and exams
• cant swim
• actually really loved school
• salt and vinegar crisps man
• actually tried to quit smoking but failed horribly
• uses internet slang and postal 4 guy has absolutely no fucking clue what hes on about
thats all i got
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URIANGER: 2,4, 7 OR 8 (whichever you prefer), 15-16-OR-17 (again, preference), 20, 23
RUBS MY GREEDY LITTLE HANDS TOGETHER HELL YEAH
urianger my beloved
okay let me go dig up my questions
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
I LOVE HIS THEE AND THOU-ING. I especially love the fact that. There's no reasons like culturally for him to be like this, most sharlayans talk normally, if not a touch more formally. he made himself like this. i adore it.
i forget here it is (if its an npc who says it or if its a lorebook thing) but i like the part where the lore says hes Like This because of all those damn prophecy tomes he was on as a little kid. so i just imagine tiny little urianger looking at Ye Old Prophies and COMMITTING. he is precious to me
Small thing: I also love his stupid two sets of goggles when in his Potato Sack era.
4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
hmm... i feel like if i just sent him off on his own, he would wilt a bit. i would want to put him in something that gave him a fun, relaxing time, and think if thats to be accomplished I would have to send some of his People with him. he's been alone an awful lot and i see those as times that have also been or ended Bad. i think that might be something he dwells on.
OH I KNOW. okay weird one. but. BUT. hear me out. i would send him to Roller Coaster Tycoon. I know that's just technically just like a theme park but when i build them they are the BEST POSSIBLE THEME PARKS IN THE WORLD. if he could bring than, ryne, and gaia along, i just know he'd be really fulfilled by having a Fun Family Trip. i kind of see him as the guy who happily holds the bags and waits at the end of the ride. and i KNOW gaias got bags. also i feel like he is taking pictures and making the kids wear silly Park Gear. they go to some of the slow like Sitting and or Show type rides for him.
also if he was in RCT i could pick him up and Dangle him. not like malevolently but with the same emotion as I would have if I was Rotating Him
also also i have. forgotten everything ive ever read played or watched so im sure i have a better answer rolling around in there but alas.
7/8. What’s something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like/despise?
I don't actually know much about the fandom takes on Urianger. Most of what I see is people analyzing his actions w/ The Warriors of Darkness and in Shadowbringers, and I haven't seen it be unfair yet. I think, though, I am not deep in the Fandom.
OH you know what I do hate. Every now and again people will mishear a bit about 1.0, and start popping off about how ~~~~~~secretly~~~~ Urianger is ACTUALLY a millennial old WISE and SCHEMING IMMORTAL WIZARD~~~~~~. I cannot blame anyone for thinking that, but it drives me off the wall. hes a 29 year old weird PhD haver who went around at aetherytes and chanting his insane End Of The World prophecies, he wears EITHER potato sack OR a backless dress and the only thing he knows how to do other than is eat hot chip be bisexual and tell the most insane lies possible. actually come to think of it i feel like HE was the one who started the insane lie ' is ACTUALLY a millennial old WISE and SCHEMING IMMORTAL WIZARD' so. either that or it was a general team effort. im getting into the weeds here so i digress.
urianger is so weird. i love him.
15. What’s your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn’t matter if it’s canon or not.)
I'm on that Urianger/Than ship if the bit about the theme park didn't give me away lol. I also like Uri/Moen but if I had to pick one it would be Uri/Than. Uri/Moen makes me sad to think about...
16/17. What’s your least favorite ship for this character?
Lol I havehit up the archive for this one. I'm genuinely not sure what the most popular ships are for Uri outside of Thancred. My guess is Uri/WoL, then Moen. But lets see.
lmao i opened the ffxiv tag and the first fic is an Uri/Than fic ive been reading which YIPPE! its updated!
okay im back its all than/uri and some uri/WoL. there are other ships but i got to the point where there were so few it would feel like kicking a life-raft to mention them.
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn’t matter?
I thought about this long and hard. I went at it from every logical angle. I took apart his characteristics, history, things he's done and to who. Interests, likes dislikes. I thought HARD.
I could NOT shake my immediate and initial thought of Estinien. I haven't got a stick to shake at my pile of evidence I just feel this in my heart.
I guess I was very impacted by uh... when was it. The Scions were in the Rising Stones, and Uri was mentioning he was going to get some books or something to try and share with Estinien to get to know him. It was the most endearing shit I have ever seen and it cut me to the bone. I think probably that attempt did not work but I do not care. GO FOR IT URIANGER! i also, i suppose, wonder how many friends Uri has every actively tried to make himself. like in childhood it seemed more like moenbryda Selected him, and that not many other kids liked him. his complicated history with the scions is complicated, but i think obviously he has to put in active effort to maintain those relationships (ESPECIALLY SINCE HE LOVE HOT CHIP LIES), but a lot of his character development w/ the scions seems more akin to 'hey this is the guy on our team we've known each other for like a decade so we are friends now' and less akin to 'hi my name is urianger can i show you some cool books'
its just intriguing to me why he did that. i hope so much it works out.
also come to think of it i dont know how many friends ESTINIEN have sought out of his own volition. he actively avoids aymeric half the time. orn kahi appears to have also gone the moenbryda route of Mine Now. tataru and krile had to actively hunt and Blackmail him into the scions. certainly i would call him friends with us now, and he cares a lot about alphinaud, but as far as Who Reached Out To Who, i think he is actually in the same boat as uri. huh.
vrtra, i think, is it. though i haven't had enough review time to say who lead that one.
now i want to see uri and estinien sitting silently in a room doing their own separate silent tasks (uri is reading a Tome, estinien is Caring For Weapons) SPECIFICALLY so i can caption it 'tag two blokes who do fuck all'. maybe its alisaie sneaking a bad blurry picture over her shoulder with her front camera and sending it to alphinaud.
23. Favorite picture of this character?
oh man i dont know. theres so much good ingame content and there SO MUCH GOOD ART and i do not have ANY of it tagged by character. let me go look.
OH NO I KNOW this is my favorite image of urianger of all time i want to cry every time i look at it. the fucking. expressions. i cant possibly describe in words how MUCH i feel when viewing this image. im going to pop.
#tag games#if my room was cleaner and i had a proper place to Display it i would get a print#the quantity of emotions#overwhelming#asks#ffxiv#endwalker spoilers
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Going into this fandom prompt for a fandom brand new to this blog! I've recently finished every episode of this show and it is my new love, Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun! I'm hoping to see requests for this one quite a bit, along with ones for the other fandoms!
Send me a letter and I’ll tell you which character…
A: Is most attractive (to me): This isn’t going to surprise anyone, bet you anything, but it’s definitely Balam!
B: Gets bored the fastest: This is definitely Ronove! The second that things stop revolving around him, he gets bored and acts out a bit.
C: Is the most open to cuddling: It’s actually been shown that Balam really does express a lot of his care and affection towards others through physical touch so I really feel that cuddles would be part and parcel of being around him.
D: Fears death the most: I feel like Allocer does fear death a lot. It’s not the dying that worries him, the pain of it…it’s all the things he hasn’t learned yet along with the fear of the unknown, of what truly comes after death.
E: Is the most emotive: Clara can’t hide her emotions and, honestly, she doesn’t even think to. It was never taught to her that she should do so. Her emotions show so clearly on her face and she’s usually quite up front and honest about everything. Even if she’s trying to keep something to herself, on those rare occasions she does, her behaviour while being ‘secretive’ will be such a huge tip-off to those around her that they’ll know something is going on.
F: Is my favourite: As with every other fandom I’ve ever gotten into, I don’t really have a favourite! There’s so many great characters and there’s really none that I absolutely despise. My attention and current love for them does fluctuate but generally, no favourites.
G: Has the greenest thumb: No brainer. It’s Suzy. Canonically and for me, it can’t be anyone else.
H: trusts their horoscope the most: Though it would surprise most who know her, I really feel like Ameri takes her horoscope seriously and reads it every day. She’d be too embarrassed to admit it, but she does.
I: Tends to idolize people they shouldn’t: It’s not all the time, because there are some people he looks up to or finds inspiration in that are really good role models, but Sabro can be quite naively trusting of people, especially if they manage to get close to him or impress him in any way.
J: Tells the most dad jokes: Robin has a bad habit of doing this and it’s part of why a lot of the other teachers hate long conversations with him.
K: Is the most skilled in the kitchen: Opera is, of course, the obvious answer, but I’d also like to add in my headcanon that Elizabetta is also a really good cook, but only if she’s cooking for someone she really loves. She tends to really focus on it and try her hardest then.
L: Lies the most: General Furfur lies like most people breathe. It just comes incredibly naturally to him and it’s really hard for most people to distinguish the lies from the truth. In fact, sometimes it’s hard for even him to do so.
M: Is the biggest memer: I just have this strong feeling that Dali would be. Oh god, he’d love the weirdest, stupidest memes too and would spam people with them just to be an annoying little bugger because he would find that hilarious.
N: Needs way more attention from me: Azz, probably. I don’t write about him or really think about him as much as some other characters, especially considering how big a part of the show and how popular he is.
O: Has the most OCs of their own: Not so much OC’s but I feel like Purson, throughout his life, has constructed so many imaginary friends, right down to minute details.
P: Is the purest, most perfect cinnamon roll: It’s Iruma, let’s not kid ourselves. Even in his Evil cycle, the boy was too sweet. He’s just genuinely a good person with this huge heart.
Q: Is the quickest to judge others: Blushenko suffers from this. After all the disappointments she’d had, she became quick to judge and give up on people. It’s something she’s slowly fixing following becoming Iruma’s tutor but it’s still a problem she’ll always suffer from to some degree.
R: Feels the most detached from reality: I think this one would be Purson again, really just because of how he’s had to live and because of what he can do. He’s generally very detached from people and the day-to-day reality of his classmates, not because he wants to be, but it can make him feel very untethered from reality at times.
S: Has the strongest spirit: I can’t pick just one character here. There are very few of them that don’t have strong spirits when it comes to their personal ambitions and wouldn’t put in the hard work to get what they want.
T: Is the most terrifying: There’s reasons people don’t want to piss off Sullivan, let’s just put it that way.
U: Is the most unapologetic for the way they live their life: Repeat answer but I don’t really care. Honestly, Sullivan…and a bonus answer of Delkira…completely do not give two flying fucks what anyone thinks of how they want to live and do what they want unapologetically.
V: Is the best at video games: Is it going to be surprising that I put Lied here? Games are this boy’s thing!
W: Watches the most anime: I have a feeling that Kamui watches a lot…like, A LOT, of harem animes.
X: Is the most xenial towards complete strangers: I’m going to say Kalego. It’s not so much being xenial as just that he doesn’t want to be bothered with them and would like them to go the fuck away and leave him alone.
Y: Yells the most: Morax…please excuse him, his hearing is going somewhat.
Z: Gets the most overzealous over something others wouldn’t expect: While it’s used mostly for pictures of Iruma, Eiko really did get super into photography. When it comes to angles, lighting, camera models, all of that, she can get super passionate about the topic and has very strong opinions on the subject.
#fandom prompt#mairimashita! iruma kun#welcome to demon school iruma kun#eiko oni#morax#kalego naberius#kamui caim#shax leid#sullivan iruma#delkira#purson soi#buer blushenko#iruma suzuki#asmodeus alice#dali dantalion#general furfur#furfur#opera iruma#robin balse#sabro sabnock#ameri azazel#suzy stolas#clara valac#allocer schneider#balam shichirou#ronove
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Since I've introduced yall to my next gen trio I might as well introduce you to their friendgroup of mainly OCs (and Scorpius)
I've been working on a story with all of these characters but I haven't really had the time to think too much about the plot. But hey at least I've got the characters down.
I've got a few dynamics figured out as well and might do a post about those soon.
Scorpius Malfoy
Birthday: September 13th 2005
House: Slytherin
Protect this kid at all costs!!
He's constantly in battle with Rose for top of the class. He loves learning and Hogwarts is very special to him. Very much a nerd.
Has had a difficult relationship with his dad after his mum passed and because of all the stuff he learned about him in school. Ultimately he loves him though and their relationship is very interesting to navigate through.
He is a very honest and open person, but absolutely despises confrontation and arguments. Therefore he tends to feel a little awkward around people bantering.
Olivia Alice Longbottom
Birthday: September 1st 2005
House: Gryffindor
GOLDEN CHILD! She was hoping to be sorted into Hufflepuff but deep down she knew she was a Gryffindor.
She very much seems like the perfect girl from the outside. She has good grades, is funny and humble.
She is very genuine person and cannot hide her true personality.
Being surrounded by her parents constantly is something she struggles with a lot, though she is not ashamed of them in the slightest.
Deep down she is very insecure about how she is perceived by others and is afraid she comes across as annoying to others.
Emily Wood
Birthday: January 26th 2006
House: Ravenclaw
Yes this is Oliver Wood's daughter who very much dislikes to play Quidditch. She will, however, hyper analyse every game.
She is your non-typical Ravenclaw that got sorted into the house not because she seeks knowledge but because her creativity is beyond admirable.
She is the type to craft and upcycle everything she owns.
She is the groups honorary Ravenclaw and she oftentimes gets annoyed about them calling her that.
Due to her not playing Quidditch she often gets annoyed about her dad and brother throwing comments at her.
Mason Shay
Birthday: December 27th 2005
House: Hufflepuff
Adopted Muggle Born of the group with a kind of fucked up family situation (I love traumatising my OCs).
When he got his Hogwarts letter he thought it was a prank by his older siblings because none of them had gone to Hogwarts.
He didn't spend too much time looking into what the school was about which leads to some confusing moments for him.
Naturally pretty good at magic because he doesn't spend too much time second guessing himself about his abilities and just accepts what he can or cannot do.
He is a very impulsive person that sometimes should be put on a leash.
#harry potter series#harry potter#hp next gen#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter fandom#next gen oc#next gen au#harry potter next gen headcanon#harry potter next generation
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4town when they were in highschool ? like what type of student were they
BYE IM SORRY I KEEP SENDING REQUESTS
and did someone request this already 😭
4town members when they were in high school headcanons!!
(Ok so in my headcanons Jesse was the only member who actually went to high school because the band formed when the Aaron’s and Robaire were in the beginning of their high school years, so this is kind of an alternate universe).
Robaire - Robaire was a straight-A student. He studied hard and prioritized school above everything else, so he didn’t have a lot of well-functioning friendships. He was particularly gifted in his English class, because he loves reading and is really skilled in writing, so he always got the highest grades out of anyone in his class, and specifically excelled in his essay writing and book reports, because he always stayed on top of the homework and reading. He was never a teachers pet though. He was well liked but he wasn’t very social.
Jesse - Jesse did ok in school, he mostly got b’s, a few a’s, and sometimes a couple c’s. Jesse had a lot of genuine friendships in high school, he was really well liked. He never hung out with the popular kids, even though they all wanted to be his friend. He always resented fake, surface-level friendships that only revolved around social status. Jesse went to a few parties in high school before realizing that they were not his thing, because he didn’t like hanging out with people other than his close friends. He didn’t really like high school but he made the best of it.
Tae Young - Tae did pretty good in school. He got mostly a’s and a couple b’s. He wasn’t as strictly focused on just school as Robaire was, but he still always did his homework and studied hard. He had a couple friends, but they weren’t super close friendships. He mainly just hung out with them at school and not so much outside of school. Tae wasn’t really popular among his peers, but he didn’t want to be. He didn’t really like high school, his main focus was just to get through it and make sure he had a good future planned.
Aaron T - T was that student who got straight a’s without even trying. He never studied for tests but got a’s on all of them. He also never read the books they were assigned to read but somehow always did well on essays and book reports only from knowing summaries. T was well liked and everyone thought he was really nice and funny but he just hated the people at his school because he felt like they were fake and mean and shallow. For this reason, he was fine not having any friends and he spent most of his spare time skateboarding. He also didn’t like high school.
Aaron Z - Z was also a really good (mostly A) student because he was constantly studying and stressing over homework. He would always do his assignments as early as he possibly could. He really hated math and struggled with it no matter how hard he studied, and this was really frustrating for him. Z was definitely skilled enough to play on the basketball team, but his social anxiety was so bad that he didn’t even consider trying out. Z despised high school and had really bad depression and anxiety, and he would sometimes leave to sit in a bathroom stall and maybe even cry for a little while :/
So basically they all hated high school lol.
Anyways I hope you liked them and I am always taking requests so keep sending them!!
#4town#4 town#4*town#4town headcanons#4town robaire#4town jesse#4town taeyoung#4town aaron t#4town aaron z
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Not sure if you did this but got any Gordon and Helmut fun facts?
Gordon
Many don’t know Gordon used to box when he was younger, and it was thought that he would go professional since he showed an amazing amount of talent in it. He didn’t, but still practices regularly and even does road work and keeps a punching bag in his room.
Whenever he has to go to events and bring a date, he usually asks Akielah to accompany him. But he always warns her to ‘behave herself’. Sometimes he asks Stacie T if they're going to be among some of their old social circles since she knows them better.
Gordon plays chess and (like everything else in his life) has never lost. The closest he ever came was when he played against a grandmaster, but he managed to pull off a draw, much to his opponents embarrassment.
Though most don’t know, Gordon likes to play a certain MMO during his downtime. He’s known in PVP circles as the Black Dragoon, though nobody knows his IRL identity.
He’s close to his grandmother, and when she’s around it’s one of the few times he actually softens in his demeanor and attitude. Stacie T was shocked when she first saw it since it was the first time he seemed genuinely upbeat around someone.
On his first day in Citiesville someone attempted to pick on him, mocking him as the ‘rich prep kid’ and trying to goad him into a fight. Gordon didn’t respond to him, but later bought the store he worked at after school and had him fired. He continued to do this for his next three jobs.
Helmut
Though Helmut uses it to his advantage, he despises being called a baby face. He tends to put people on his own private revenge list when they do.
He keeps running into Jodie outside of school, and the two tend to butt heads. He finds her annoying, especially since the rest of the team had somehow dubbed her his ‘friend’ which he vehemently denies. Also despite not liking Dolly Doo, he finds it hilarious that she had the same name as Dolly.
When he was younger he took karate classes from Kagami when he was younger. His parents (especially his mother) were reluctant, but had to acknowledge that she was the best tutor they could have found for him. Though he isn’t particularly close with her, he still refers to Kagami as sensei, and Gaku (reluctantly) as senpai.
Helmut’s interest in volleyball has grown quite a bit since he started playing, and he even watches games on TV in his spare time. He’s become a fan of Bruce Brittle, and when he learned he was Beat’s uncle he was annoyed, because despite wanting his autograph he’d never bring himself to ask an enemy team for it.
The same kid who tried messing with Gordon on their first day later tried to get back at him by messing with Helmut. Unlike his older brother he took a more direct approach in dealing with him, beating him down in the bathroom and threatening him not to speak of it to anyone. In his words, ‘No one would ever believe you’.
#callyieverse#spectacular silver wolf#gordon#helmut#random character facts#character facts#nextgen#miraculous ladybug#anon ask
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