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the arrangement (mini series) - chapter 3: complicated games

neteyam sully x omatikaya reader

word count: 5.3k

warnings: angst, light cursing, fluff, annoying bitch korra, probs misspellings lol

other chapters: chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 4

tagslist: @bakugouswaif @erenjaegerwifee @rav3nh3aven

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Neteyam paces in front of Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk as they gathered in his room. The three siblings were surprised to have noticed Neteyam sneak out of their home, though they all agreed it must have been to see you. Lo’ak and Kiri convinced Tuk to not mention Neteyam’s absence as they were unsure how their parents would react to Neteyam breaking the rules.

“Brother, I think you’re slightly overthinking things,” Kiri says, watching her brother walk back and forth.

Neteyam weighed going back to your home to have you go to the gathering in front of his siblings. Neteyam surprised himself, once again, noticing he was thinking about how his actions would be perceived by you. Would it be weird?

Lo’ak rolles his eyes, watching his brother’s tail flick in concern. “You should just go back and get her. Its obvious you guys are getting along really well, I doubt she’ll think it’s weird.” Lo’ak added, furthering Neteyam’s temptations to go back to you. “Imagine how she’d feel when she hears tomorrow that there was a party that you didn’t bring her too.” Lo’ak says, fully wishing this conversation was over.

“I want to go to the party! A party sounds fun; we never have parties.” Tuk says, with a pout.

Neteyam stops pacing, looking at his sibling. “You can’t come to this party Tuk. It’s for grownups only.”

Tuk whines, as Kiri comforts her. “A party with Korra and her friends just sounds so incredibly fun,” Kiri said, sarcasm lacing every word. “Y/n will have the time of her life.”

Neteyam sighs, looking at Kiri, “They aren’t all bad, Kiri.”

In response, Kiri only rolled her eyes. Neteyam had decided, he was going back to get you. He promised to himself that if you declined the invite he wouldn’t take it personally – although, he knew he would.

“If mom or dad wake up, cover for me, okay?” Neteyam says, as he stepped out the door. His siblings nodded, Tuk still pouting.

Neteyam took big paces, reaching your window in minutes. Instead of throwing pebbles again, Neteyam calls out your name, hoping for a faster response.

“Y/n,” Neteyam whispers. Before calling your name again, he waits a moment. You didn’t respond after several attempts to catch your attention, Neteyam concluded that you must have already been asleep.

Neteyam eyes your window, calculating if he could fit through without bringing attention to his break-in attempt. Neteyam thought he might as well try; your window looked big enough.

For the first time, Neteyam thanked his father for the brutal workouts he insisted on his son participating in, feeling like he was physical fit enough to make the significant leap to your window. Neteyam positions himself under your window and he jumped, swiftly grabbing onto your home to push himself up and into your room. He lands softly, his eyes adjusting to the dark.

Off to his right, Neteyam sees you sleeping peacefully, your eyes are closed, your body curled on your side. He watched you for a moment, fighting the intense urge to climb into your bed beside you. Neteyam shook away the urge, re-focusing on what he came to do. He crouched beside your bed, noticing how his large stature dwarfed your bed into doll-size.

Neteyam places his large hand on your bicep, softly shaking you awake. Your eyes flutter open, then widen at the sight of Neteyam in your room. With the back of your hand, you rubbed your eyes. Neteyam smiled smally, the sight of you waking up almost childlike.

“Neteyam?” you say, your voice expressing confusion, “Long time, no see.”

Neteyam laughs, amused by your humor so late at night.

“I appreciate seeing you again but what are you doing in my room? And how did you get in here without my parents noticing?” you asked, suddenly realizing Neteyam’s proximity to your bed. You swallowed hard, noticing your urge to pull him into your bed.

“I came through the window; I tried to get your attention, but I assumed you were sleeping.” Neteyam says, diverting his eyes to look around your room. He noticed your little decorations, the small gifts he had given you over the last few weeks. Neteyam smiled, liking the idea of you appreciating his gifts enough to keep them. “We got invited to a gathering and I wanted to see if you would come with me?”

You frown, “We got invited to a gathering?”

Neteyam shrugged, “Korra invited us; I guess people see us as a pair now.”

You nod slowly, wondering if you wanted to go. You were tired but exhilarated by the idea of being seen with Neteyam by others in the clan. You sat up, further waking yourself up. “Okay,” you said, “but let’s go out the front door instead.”

Neteyam laughs, helping you out of your bed. Together, you snuck out of your room, tiptoeing as quietly as you could. Your noticed that you stopped breathing, scared that any sound would send your parents flying out of their room. However, you both made it out your front door, grabbing each other’s hand, running quickly from your home. You couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, the idea of sneaking out of your home again to go to a party with Neteyam exciting you to your core.

Neteyam navigates you through the forest, seemingly knowing where to go to the party. You wondered who would be there, hoping there would be familiar faces. You acknowledge the risk, though, knowing that most of the Na’vi your age was home and not convening the forest in fear of the RDA.

As you turn around a row of trees, you heard noise of laughter and youth gossiping. As you approached, Neteyam’s hand in yours, you noticed a group of Na’vi sitting around in a circle, a fire lit in the middle.

Neteyam brushes branches out of your way, allowing you step into the clearing, the eyes of everyone landing on you and your future mate. Quickly, you took note of those at the gathering.

Your breath hitches noticing the girls that were in front of you, all of them not friends of yours. Nalu, a girl you had heard whispering about their interactions with Neteyam, eyed you, her eyes flicking between you and Neteyam. A sick, uncomfortable, pit formed in your stomach, and you wished to turn around and go back home. Next to her, Korra, a girl you worked to avoid, stared at Neteyam who stood next to you.

You were slightly irritated, wondering if Neteyam had considered how it would feel to be at a small gathering with girls who had been intimate with him and girls who were actively pursuing him, despite your arrangement. You felt your tail flick in aggravation, suddenly wishing you hadn’t joined Neteyam. ‘Would he go off with Nalu if I wasn’t here?’ you thought to yourself.

Neteyam, not sensing your irritation, pulled you along, joining the rest of the group. He guided you over to two open seats on a fallen tree, placing you beside him. With ease, Neteyam engaged in conversations with the male Na’vi that approached him. Instantly, you felt out of place, your eyes shifting to the small groups of people that were talking with each other.

Neteyam senses your feelings and pulled you closer to him, putting his arm around your waist. You, still irritated, couldn’t help but blush at the gesture. Neteyam made sure to include you in conversations, introducing you to several of his friends. While you knew who they were, children of top-ranking warriors within the clan, you had never directly interacted with them. They were all kind, strong Na’vi that would be Neteyam’s partners in fending off the RDA.

Eventually, the conversations die down, revealing the hum of the wildlife that lived in the forest. Korra eyed Neteyam’s arm around your waist, wishing the days of you two hating each other still existed. Neteyam was hers, not yours, and she had finally found the opportunity to let you know that.

“Well,” Korra says, clasping her hands together. “I propose a little game.” Korra looked over at Nalu, exchanging knowing glaces.

“What’s the game?” An older, male Na’vi asked

“Two truths and a lie,” Korra says, making eye-contact with you from across the fire. “It’s a simple game, I’ll say three statements and one of you has to guess which one is the lie. At’ok, why don’t you start and pick someone to guess?”

The male Na’vi that sat beside nods, scanning the group to pick someone. He leans across you, nudging Neteyam. “Neteyam, which one of these is a lie? I fly ikran the fastest out of our team, I’m allergic to spartan fruit, or you embarrassed the shit out of yourself in training last week.” The group laughed loudly, recalling the mistake Neteyam had made during training.

“Sadly,” Neteyam says between laughs, “The lie is that you’re allergic to spartan fruit.”

You laugh too, amused by Neteyam and his friends. The game continued on successfully, everyone enjoying the ability to be carefree and not think about chores, training, or responsibilities that awaited them once the sun woke up. Laughing was contagious among the group, and you started to loosen up, deciding to address Neteyam’s past later on. Little did you know, someone else had other plans.

It was Korra’s turn, and her eyes laying right on you. “Y/n,” Korra says, sickly sweet smile on her lips. “Which is the lie? My favorite color is pink, I’m left-handed, or Nalu fucked your future mate?”

Silence blanketed the group, surprised looks plastered on everyone’s face. You couldn’t take your eyes off of Korra, her motives of inviting you here now very clear. You are ashamed, although you hadn’t done anything wrong at all, and felt like shrinking into the forest.

Beside you, Neteyam is in shock, utterly confused by Korra’s statement that he had any relations with Nalu such as intercourse. “Korra, what the hell are you talking about?”

Korra’s demeanor changs, turning innocent right in front of everyone’s eyes. “What? I think it’s pretty clear which is the lie – I’m right-handed.” She said, holding her right hand up, wiggling her fingers.

Neteyam blinks at Kora, then at Nalu, understanding that their efforts were to make you feel uncomfortable and out of place. Neteyam hoped, with all he had, that you hadn’t heard or believed the rumors girls created about him. But it was clear, that you did.

You stand up abruptly, stepping over the fallen tree to leave the group. Neteyam stands up too, following you out. Your paces were large and fast, moving every ounce of energy to get yourself home as fast as possible. You don’t turn around once, despite Neteyam calling after you.

Neteyam felt all the progress you and he had worked towards fall around him as he ran after you through the forest. The sun was starting to rise, the once black sky was now a deep blue, illuminating the forest around you. Your body and mind were tired, exhausted from getting no sleep. You felt your eyes burn, tears threatening to spill out. You felt like such a fool, feeling dread having to show your face around the village after Neteyam’s personal activities were spilled out to the other Na’vi.

“Y/n,” Neteyam says, grabbing your bicep and spinning you around, “Can we please talk?”

You huff, bewildered by Neteyam’s audacity to attempt to repair what happened. “Talk about what, Neteyam? That you’ve been awfully public about your sexual activities with every Na’vi in this clan?”

Neteyam flinches, surprised by your tone. “What? No, let me explain.” Neteyam feels a pang of disgust that girls would make up such vivid, detail lies about him and spread them around.

You hold up your hand, turning away from Neteyam. “I don’t want to talk to you; it’s been a long night.”

Neteyam closes his eyes wishing he could go back to standing in the river with you, holding you so close to him. He wished he had never gone back to get you to go to the gathering, hating himself for not recognizing that any invitation from Korra had her personal motives wrapped into it.

“Y/n, come on.” Neteyam begs, following you to your home, “It’s not what you think.”

You reached your home, neglecting to consider if your parents were awake. You walk up your front steps, half-turning around to glance at Neteyam. “You know Neteyam, I think the problem is that it’s exactly what I think.” And you opened your front door quickly and slammed it just as fast.

Before your parents could enter the living room, you sought refuge in your room. You collapsed in your room, the tears finally spilling from your eyes. You felt so foolish, believing that you and Neteyam could work. Instead of re-living all the memories you had made over the last several weeks, including the visit to the river earlier that night, memories of Neteyam and his pranks filled your mind. You rolled over, the images of Neteyam being intimate with girls rolling around in your mind.

You had been an exceptional person, refraining from being a troublemaker to be able to fulfill your Eywa-given duties. You had never taken it lightly, knowing only few are chosen by Eywa to be leaders of an entire village, an entire clan. You had remained innocent, whatever that meant means now, only flirting with others but nothing more. You had decided early on you would remain pure for your future mate, for Neteyam, as you watched your peers pair up, making love in the deepest parts of the forest. Because of your choices, you felt like an outcast, everyone always commenting on your innocent, rule following, nature. The whole time, Neteyam had been sleeping with others, forgetting the need to stay pure for each other.

You sigh in attempt to release your pent-up emotions that weighed you down. Images flood your mind, damaging the belief that you would mate with someone for the first time, together.

Your body is engulfed with sleep, no longer able to stay awake, your dreams flooded with clips of you and Neteyam, bodies close, lips hovering over each other’s.

Across the village, Neteyam felt like life was over. Lo’ak who had just woken up noticed his brother who had concern and angst written all over his body.

“Bro?” Lo’ak says, looking at Neteyam who entered through the front door. “What’s wrong?”

Before Neteyam could answer, Kiri bursts through the door, her eyes wild.

“Brother, you truly fucked up.” Kiri says, shaking her head.

“Where have you been?” Lo’ak says, turning to look at Kiri. “I woke up and you were gone.”

“I have my own places to go and people to see.” Kiri said, a secretive tone lacing her words. “But boy, did I hear some interesting gossip. Told you y/n would have fun with Korra and her friends.”

Lo’ak perks up, now curious. “What is she talking about, Neteyam.”

Neteyam shakes his head, squeezing his eyes closed. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Kiri raises her eyebrows, “Is any of it true?”

Lo’ak huffs, “Hello? Anyone want to fill me in?”

Nonchalantly, Kiri says, “Korra made everyone play some stupid ass game where she aired out that Neteyam had sex with Nalu in front of y/n.”

Lo’aks mouth gapes open, his eyes wide with concern. Lo’ak always saw Neteyam as the perfect son, always following the rules. Hearing that his brother had relations with other girls when he was in an arranged mateship surprised him.

Kiri crosses her arms, “So? Is it true?”

Neteyam shakes his head, “No! None of it! Y/n won’t listen to me, I didn’t even get to explain to her that I didn’t do anything that Korra, Nalu, or any of these girls claiming to have slept with me are saying.” Neteyam feels defeat as he leans against the wall, realizing how bad this looks for you and him.

“Well, you better figure it out because if mom or dad catch wind of what Korra said he’s going to skin you alive.” Lo’ak says, shifting in his seat.

Neteyam’s skin crawls, forgetting how his dad has ears everywhere, knowing Jake will hear the rumors eventually. Nothing stays hidden in Pandora.

Neteyam shakes his head, “I’ll figure something out.”

Kiri sighs, shaking her head at her brother. Kiri saunters to her room, leaving Lo’ak and Neteyam together.

“Where is dad?” Neteyam says, glancing at Lo’ak from his position on the floor.

Lo’ak opens his mouth to answer but before he can speak, the kitchen door swings open hard, hitting the wall. Jake stands in the doorway, eyes searching for Neteyam.

“You,” Jake says, pointing his finger at his oldest son. “Have a lot of explaining to do.”

Lo’ak retreats to his room, too, glancing at his brother to offer him a sympathetic look.

“For your sake, I hope to Eywa that these stories I’m hearing from your little jaunt into the forest, past curfew I may add, are bullshit.” Jake says, pulling a chair from the table and pointing at it, signaling to Neteyam to sit on it.

“They are father,” Neteyam says simply.

“Why would these girls make up rumors like that if they aren’t somewhat true.” Jake asks, cocking his head to the side.

Neteyam shrugs, “I don’t know, sir. Korra has made it clear she likes me, and I guess she wanted to make y/n feel jealous.”

Jake scoffs, shaking his head. “You know how important this arrangement is – to us, to y/n, to Eywa. You’ve been making such great progress with each other and now this happens?”

Neteyam sighs, “I know, sir.”

“So, it’s not true? What Korra said about you and Nalu?” Jake asks, hating to intrude on his grown son’s personal life.

Neteyam shakes his head, “None of it is true. I’ve been waiting for the ceremony, for y/n.”

Jake lets out a breath of relief, “Good, son.” Jake contemplates telling his son the newest revelations on the ceremony but decides it was best to let him know now. “Bad timing to bring this up but your mother and I, and y/n’s parents, have decided to host the ceremony next week. The RDA has plans to invade the village soon and it’s important that the ceremony is done in case anything was to happen to your mother and I.”

Neteyam looks up, surprised by how soon the ceremony is. He thought he’d at least have several more weeks or months.

“-Which is why it’s essential for you to make things right with y/n.” Jake says, noticing his sons concerns.

Neteyam nods, “I will, sir. I really like y/n.”

Jake smiles, clasping his son’s shoulder. “You are great for each other. This is just something you both have to work through.”

‘A week.’ Neteyam thinks to himself. ‘I’ll be officially mated in a week.’

Neteyam thought about his life up until now, still remembering his childhood. Life had seemed to go by so fast, the expectations of being a future leader aging him early. Now, in a week, he was going to be a husband, a mate, a partner. And you could barely look at him.

After the conversation with Jake, Neteyam shrinks away to his room, unable to face the village that’s outside. Although the rumors were untrue, constructed by others, Neteyam felt guilt for your feelings being so low. All he wanted to do was hug you, place your small body between his arms and will you to feel happier. It had only been several hours, and he already missed you.

Neteyam lays on his bead, staring at the ceiling, thinking of ways to get you to talk to him. He supposes he should leave you alone for now, letting you heal from the chaotic night. Eventually, Neteyam fell into a sleep.

You wake up in the late afternoon, the bustling village announcing itself outside your window. Flashes of Neteyam outside of your window, then next to your bed, flashed through your mind. You groan to yourself, your head pounding. Your mouth felt dry, and you seek out water. You walk into your kitchen area, your mom humming to herself as she folded rice in leaves.

“Good afternoon, young lady.” She says, amused by your choice to sleep in. Your mother was still completely unaware of your long night out, or the rumors circulating around the village.

You sat at the table, your mom moving quick to put down a cup of water. “Are you feeling okay?” Your mom asks, noticing how you had your head resting in your hands.

You nod, then shake your head. “I have such a headache.”

Your mother coos, rubbing your back. “Being a future clan leader has it’s perks and it’s challenges.” Your mother says, jokingly.

Since you were a baby, your mother had pushed you to be great. When the seeds from the tree of souls surrounded your infant body 20 years ago, it furthered her motivations to create the perfect daughter. You had complied, recognizing how happy it made your parents to be the ultimate rule follower. Since the conversation with the Sully’s several weeks ago, your mother has been practically bouncing at the idea of your ceremony being in the near future. She was proud that her daughter would be the leader of the great Omaticaya clan, a mate to the son of Toruk Makto and the future leader of the clan. She had been pressuring you to be ladylike, an elegant speaker. All she could do was talk about the ceremony.

“I know something that would make you feel better!” Your mother exclaims, seating herself next to you at the table. “Jake and Neytiri have decided that you and Neteyam’s ceremony will take place in exactly a week. Preparations have already started taking place.”

You glance at your mother, “Why would that make me feel better?”

Your mother frowns, “What? I thought you’d be happy to hear that, you and Neteyam have been spending so much time together lately.”

You sniff, glad that your mom hasn’t heard the rumors. You groaned softly, everything rushing back to your already throbbing head. “Things change, mother.” You said, hoping she didn’t ask any further questions.

Your mother raises her eyebrows, deciding it’s best to leave you alone. “There’s some food on the counter when you get hungry.” And with that, she saunters to her room.

‘A week.’ You think. A few days ago, you would have been excited but all you feel now is dread. You fold your arms on the table, resting your head down. You don’t know how much time passed when a knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts.

When you open the door, Kiri stands in the doorway. You are happy to see your dear friend but wonder what her motives are to pay you a visit. “If you’re here to advocate for Neteyam, don’t.”

Kiri rolls her eyes, “Hello to you too, sister.” Kiri pushes her way into your home, heading for the kitchen. “Has your mom made any of those rolls I like?” You laugh, remembering that Kiri loves your mom’s cooking.

“Kiri, what are you doing here?” you ask, watching your friend look any sight of your mother’s cooking. Kiri turns around, a puzzled, annoyed look on her face.

“What? Am I not allowed to visit my friend that I haven’t seen in ages since she’s been courting my brother?”

You give Kiri a look, shaking your head. “You know you’re always welcome here.”

“Your tone says otherwise, y/n.”

You sigh, sitting back at the table. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors.”

Kiri hums, “I thought you didn’t want to talk about that.”

“I said I didn’t want you to advocate for Neteyam.”

Kiri came over to where you were seated, “You can’t expect for me not to advocate for my brother. Plus, you haven’t even talked to him, you may be surprised at what he has to say.”

You sat up, eyeing your friend. “What do you mean?”

“It’s not for me to say but you should at least talk to Neteyam. You can’t just trust Korra and Nalu are telling the truth, everyone knows they will do anything to get attention from any male Na’vi.”

You frown, considering what Kiri was saying.

“It’s fine to be mad now, or whatever, but at some point you have to have a conversation with Neteyam.”

You sigh again, shaking your head. “Why is everything so complicated?”

Kiri laughs, “Just wait until you’re Tsahik.”

You consider everything Kiri has said. Maybe it would be good to hear him out. You shook the idea off. You needed space.

Kiri brushes a lock of your hair away from your face. “Consider it, sister. You only have a short time until you consummate your relationship. It’s better to get along with your mate to do that.”

You blush at the idea, your cheeks heating up. “I’ll consider it, Kiri.”

Kiri nods, hoping you truly do. She so badly wants to shake you and tell you Neteyam has never been with anyone, but she knows that’s not her information to tell.

It’s been 5 days since you’ve talked to Neteyam, although you’ve caught glimpses of him a few times. You watched Neteyam walk off to training, in deep conversation with his father, as you carried bundles of fruit to the village, helping your mother with the errand. Another time, you caught him looking at you, his tail flicking slowly, as you walked passed him with one of your friends.

You badly wanted to walk up to him, deeply missing his embrace and his company. You missed the exhilarating feeling of being around him and the way your skin tinkled underneath his touch. Still, in the back of your mind, Korra’s statement repeated in your head.

Preparations for your ceremony were developing at a fast speed, the middle of town beginning to be decorated and set up for the feast. Your arrangement was set to end tomorrow, and you had lost the ability to think about the ceremony, feeling as if you were viewing what was happening from outside your body.

You went where you were told, being brought fitted by the village tailors for your ceremony dress by your mother. She ooed and awed at your outfit, and you couldn’t deny it was beautiful – you looked beautiful. Your top was intricate, decorated with white webbing and peals intertwined together. Your bottoms were just as beautiful, strings of pearls covering your sensitive parts. You thanked the tailors, knowing it must have taken hours and hours to make. You looked at your reflection, wondering what Neteyam would think. You diverted your eyes away from your reflection when you thought about how Neteyam would be the one to take this off after the ceremony.

The village had never looked more festive as it’s not often the Omaticaya clan gets to celebrate the induction of new leaders. There was a long table placed in the middle of the village square, chairs and decorations for the table being added on the table every day. A platform had been built at home-tree, beautiful arrangements of flowers creating a backdrop for your mateship ceremony.

Your heart thudded in anticipation, as you took in the scene. You were going to be mated, officially a spouse to Neteyam. You aren’t sure that reality has fully settled in your mind.

Now, you take in the sight, watching some from the village work on your ceremony preparations. Those who pass by congratulate you on your impending marriage and wish you good luck.

“Y/n,” A voice, Neteyam’s voice, says behind you.

You turn, swallowing hard. Neteyam stands behind you, a bow in his hand. You notice he has his hunting gear on, a knife placed in his thigh band. “Neteyam. Off to hunt?” You ask, formally.

He nods, “Yeah. It’s for our ceremony.”

You gulp hearing him acknowledge your mutual impending event. You nod, not knowing how to respond.

“Look, I have to go, my dad is waiting for me. But can we talk later tonight? Meet me right here at nine? Please?”

Before you can stop yourself, you speak. “Okay.”

Neteyam breathes out, relieved that you agreed. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” Neteyam keeps his eyes on you, his mind circulating about your beauty. Finally, he turns and walks towards the forest where his father and the other hunters wait for him.

You turn back to the event being prepared in front of you. ‘This is all being done for me, for us.’ You think. It all becomes a little more real.

You keep yourself busy until the time you are supposed to meet Neteyam. However, there isn’t lack of activities as your mother has been preparing you all evening for tomorrow. A steady stream of visitors has flowed in and out of your home, villagers paying you a visit of respect and congratulations. Neytiri pays you a visit as well, spending several hours with you and your mother.

“My son cares about you deeply, y/n.” Neytiri says, taking the hairbrush from your mother who was freshly braiding your hair. With slow strokes, she brushes your long, thick hair. “Eywa made no mistake in pairing you two together, do recognize that.” You stay still, listening to your future mother-in-law’s words. You knew she was right but why did Eywa let things get so messy?

Neytiri continues to talk to you, asking if you were nervous about tomorrow. You tell her yes and she rubs your back with the palm of her hand. “You will be taken care of; you were not chosen by mistake.”

Neteyam, deep in the forest, aims his arrow at his target, although he could barely focus, his mind was too focused on you. He thought about how his heart had thudded earlier just at the sight of you. It had been almost a week since you last talked to him, and he had reverted to juvenile physical responses at the lack of interaction with you.

Neteyam lets go of the arrow, successfully adding a kill to the group tally. A group of the clan’s finest hunters had joined him and his father to gather food for tomorrow banquet. His mother had insisted the meat be as fresh as possible, causing the hunters to be out the night before to collect the food.

Neteyam could tell it was time to meet you by the timing of the sunsetting several hours before.

“Dad,” Neteyam says, moving towards his father. “I have to meet y/n, is it okay if I go back to the village?”

Jake nods, sending another hunter off into the woods. “Yeah, straight to the village, no diversions.”

Neteyam nods, appreciating his dad’s nervousness about him being captured as he moved away from the group of hunters to go back to the village.

Thankfully, the group had ventured far into the woods and Neteyam was able to make it to the village in time to meet you. From the edge of the forest, Neteyam could see that you hadn’t yet arrived at the spot where you were supposed to meet.

Neteyam steps into the clearing, making his way to stand and wait for you.

“Neteyam! The future Olo’eyktan, I’ve been looking for you.” Korra says, coming out of nowhere. Neteyam rolls his eyes, shaking Korra off as she clings on to him.

“You aren’t seriously talking to me after the shit you pulled the other day, are you?” Neteyam says, looking down at Korra.

Korra pouts, fighting off Neteyam pushing her away. She reaches out to stroke Neteyam’s cheek with her fingers. Neteyam is about to push her off again when he notices you watching off to the side.

Your stomach churns, watching the sight. Neteyam pushes Korra off, as you turn to walk away. Before you fully turn around, Korra offers snickers at you, sauntering off into the east side of the village. When you and Neteyam made plans to meet later, Korra was just around the corner making her own.

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whimsical-roasting · 10 months

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You reblogged that Sam gifs post and it reminded me of that headcanon i have of being Sam’s friend but you’re feisty and take no one’s shit. Like he’s always takes the high road and you’re like when they go low i go lowER. I would fight that Akufo dude for him no questions asked.

hi wifey <3 you are absolutely right!! i fucking love that idea of Sam having a bestie who'd throw hands for him.. it's on sight all the time.

special thanks to @sokkigarden for bouncing ideas off me, love you bby. okay, i wanna write about being friends w the AFC Richmond boys more, so if yall have ANY thoughts on being friends with ANY of the lads then send me requests on it so we can DISCUSS

OKAY BUT BEING BESTIES WITH SAM OBISANYA

he's such a wholesome and loyal friend... a breath of fresh air yknow?? Dani is more of that 'unconditional sunshine' energy, but Sam is positive whilst still keeping it real w you

and sooo you're hella loyal to him too. well, you're loyal to everyone you care about. you'd take a bullet for them, no questions asked, but probs a lot of cussing involved (same, but i'll come back to this)

sharing an airpod each if yall go out on a walk or join the team on a bus ride - if you're dating jamie then he NEEDS you next to him on the ride back, probs uses your shoulder to sleep on and has an arm around your waist so you can't leave, but that's a diff post ahahaha

having a shared spotify playlist that you both keep adding music too...the vibes are all over the place. "Y/N, I was trying to jam out to J.Cole, and then Adele came on??" "Oh yea, I was sad bout something earlier"

blanket forts and microwaveable caramel popcorn for when he's missing home

playing as him in FIFA when you're with the lads and yellin "YEA THATS MY BESTIE" every time you score as him

pinching his earlobes like his dad would for good luck on the days of a big match/when he's really nervous

since opening OLA'S, you join him when he attends small business owner conventions, but that's mainly to try the free food

since i'm vegetarian, telling him that his menu looks great but you can only stick to sumn like the jollof rice.. so next month when he invites you over to his restaurant for a catchup dinner there's a whole new lil section for vegetarian dishes on the menu (or whatever dietary inclusivr thingy etc.)

warning Sam about Afuko because "a man simply doesn't feed you pasta and lobster and send you a stack without something in mind" and him being like ??? what and you groan, "did you watch the tiktoks I sent you??"

hearing about how the Afuko rejection went and Sam only focusses on "he called me medium talent??" and you're SEETHING

you're like "what the living F U C K" and he's like "oh hey Y/N, don't worry, I know I am not medium talent" and you're like "what? no, shut up, obviously not, but that's not the POINT here. how did that ASSHOLE have the audacity to speak to you like that?!!"

you're searching up flights to Nigeria and opening a google map from the airport to Afuko's business residence or something, and Sam is like, "seriously, forget that guy. bullet dodged." and you're angrily muttering about how Afuko's gonna have to dodge the bazooka you're gonna smuggle onto the plane

"We cannot be best friends if you end up in jail because you tried to smuggle a bazooka onto the plane." "I just wanna talk to him...with a bazooka." "No." "Pleas-" "No."

telling Sam you might be getting feelings for Jamie and being nervous he'd be mad because of their relationship in S1, but you promise he's changed, and Sam is like, I know

wearing the Obisanya jersey and the rest of the boys are like 'hey why don't you ever support our merch' so like every match you're switching out jerseys before texting a pic to the groupchat

running into that Francis guy who's Afuko's right-hand man and "accidentally" stepping on his foot real hard like OOPS

giving him updates on your love life and vice versa. "Y/N, please tell me this one is not a loser." "Um, Sam, shut up; you know my rizz only seems to work on losers??" "hey, Jamie told me that telling a woman my favourite movie is Ratatouille is a bad idea... is it?" "just bake her a lasagna or something and say that's how you learnt to cook." "I am not doing that." "dammit, I thought we'd get lasagna for dinner"

doing random tiktok trends or challenges - the baking one where one person is blind, one is deaf, and one is mute, but they all gotta work together to bake a cake!! sam (tape around his mouth) x you (blindfolded) x jamie (loud ass headphones on)

jamie: pass the FOOKIN sugah!! *back turned to yall as he stirs the mix*

you: WHAT. WHERE. *randomly smacking shit, picking up the salt and dropping it on the counter and onto a spoon*

sam: mmmhnph! *waving his hands in your face like NO but you can't see*

you: *turning to jamie with a spoonful, which he probs tastes absentmindedly whilst stirring* OI TASTE THIS

jamie: FOOKS SAKE

#sam obisanya #besties with sam obisanya #sam obisanya x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt x reader #afc richmond

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satorusplayplace · 1 year

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he’s back…

SPOILERS FOR JJK MANGA (221 especially!)

☆ pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

☆ content warning(s): JJK SPOILERS CH 221, gojo is unsealed, angst to fluff, reader is so whipped for gojo, gojo is whipped too, lovesick! gojo, i don’t know if it was still 19 days that gojo was sealed…, gojo goes crazy!!, a little altering of the new chapter…! UNEDITED and a little rushed sorry!

☆ summary: 19 days of sleeping alone, 19 days without her one and only lover, 19 days of not being able to kiss him goodnight, 19 days of pain, 19 days of not being able to say “i love you toru.” one more time, 19 days of not seeing that white hair and those adorable puppy eyes.

☆ A/N: i’m honestly like so happy that gojo is unsealed because i’ve been WAITING for this moment. like i’m just so happy bru. missed my pookie :[. lowk should write gojo w an adhd girlfriend fr. this is probs super self indulgent too.

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it’s been 19 days since gojo satoru has been sealed. his girlfriend, who was going to be his fiancée, is stuck at their shared home. she was hidden from the jujutsu world. gojo didn’t want anyone trying to attack his future wife. the woman of his dreams, the woman who knows how to understand him. shoko, the other best friend of gojo satoru, took it upon herself to see you, as nanami passed away…

“y/n?” she yells out when knocking on your door. you just woke up twenty minutes ago when you get to the door, shoko saw how you looked.

your hair was a mess, though still was being washed yet no effort put into it. your eyes were puffy and you had terrible eye bags. shoko just hugged you and you broke down in her arms.

“shoko, it’s only been 19 days and yet i still am like this, i thought i’d be better than this. i knew it would happen one day yet why am i a mess?” you knew that it was a little stupid of you to be such a mess when it’s been only 19 days he was gone but you and satoru have been together for 5 years. yet, him being away and not knowing when he was coming back was scary. sure, he went on overseas missions for three months before, but you had contact with him, you can call and text him and still say “i love you toru” yet now you can’t.

“y/n, it’s okay. he will be unsealed. we have a plan in check. we are starting the process now, i just needed to see you and let you know what’s happening. i’ll have yuuji come to protect you right now, you’re not going to be safe alone forever.” shoko says, she gives you one last hug before yuuji appears behind her.

“y/n.” he says and just hugs you. you hugged him back while tears fell down. he didn’t smile at all, gojo being sealed took away this precious boy’s smile. you cupped yuuji’s cheeks. “i’m sorry yuuji. i’m so sorry. you deserve much better my love.” yuuji just hugged you tighter. you waved bye to shoko and closed the door. yuuji was still clinging onto you as you tried to walk to the couch.

“i’m sorry y/n. i wasn’t strong enough.” you looked at the boy, he was getting anxious and couldn’t read your expression. “yuuji, you’re strong. you’re just a kid hon, i can’t blame you. i blame the cursed world we live in, especially because now you’re a jujutsu sorcerer. yuuji, you deserved better than this world. i promise you.” yuuji and you both hugged and you told him to watch a show on the TV, while you made food.

as you were finishing up, yuuji and you both felt a little earthquake though yuuji knew it wasn’t an earthquake but gojo being unsealed.

yuuji just stayed with you and when you served him, he was happy. though, he thought about how you were feeling since your fiancé was sealed in a box without any communication for almost three weeks straight.

you just smiled at him while you waited for the pans to cool down. you served yourself as well and ate right next to your fiancé’s student. you messed with yuuji’s hair and said, “you know, you need to smile more yuuji. i love being around. you’re such a kind boy. i hope you grow old and have a family, live life as well as you can.” yuuji looked at you and then finally smiled, “yeah. i’ll try to promise you that.”

you smiled at him when all of a sudden, your front door was opening… yuuji got in front of you but when the door was fully open, you ran towards the man full speed.

“s-satoru? you’re back? y-you’re here?” you had tears coming out of your eyes. he smirked, “i didn’t know i was walking in on my girlfriend cheating on me with my student!” he grabbed his chest acting like it hurt. you hit his arm and immediately hugged him.

“yuuji, were you protecting my pretty girl for me?” he asked teasingly. yuuji nods and then you let go of your boyfriend. gojo hugs yuuji and whispers something in his ear. yuuji just looked back at you and smiled.

“you know, we’ve missed you satoru. the strongest man alive is back and yet i didn’t get my kiss. 19 days without you satoru gojo. 19 days with your kiss, your voice, your stupid little kid of a personality, your touch. do you know how insane i’m going right now? you’re so lucky i know how to control myself.” you say to him and yuuji waves goodbye while leaving and closing the door. gojo just stares back at you and looks at you, “oh baby, i know. i was stuck in that box and my mind went insane. felt like years i was waiting. couldn’t even sleep it off.”

you went to kiss him and he pulled you in. this kiss wasn’t lust, it was just pure love, saying all kinds of things, “be safe”, “i love you so much”, “i missed you”, “stay with me”, “don’t leave”, and it was just gojo knowing he had to make you his more officially. he slyly puts the ring that was still in his pocket onto your left hand. “mine.” he says after pulling away from you and you looked down to see the ring.

“i don’t care. we’re getting married even if it’s a quiet one. we are marrying each other.” he says that so seriously and quietly. you wonder how he feels.

“let’s go to bed.” you say and he follows behind you. you stopped caring for the dishes in the sink as soon as you saw your beloved boyfriend. when you both laid down on the bed, you couldn’t help but move closer to him until his arms were wrapped around you and you just nuzzled into his chest.

“i love you ‘toru.”

“i love you more pretty.”

#jjk spoilers #jjk #gojo satoru #angst #fluff #gojo unsealed #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo boyfriend #gojo jjk #gojo satoru jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #romance #anime

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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Blow by Blow | 0.3 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader au

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Synopsis: Bradley’s washed up before his career has even really begun. He doesn’t want to fill his father’s shoes and he doesn’t want someone else to either. Stuck in limbo, living the same way he always has, the opportunity to step up wanders through the door of his gym in a mini dress and heels that are a size too big.

Warnings: unspecified age gap, violence, probs boxing inaccuracies somewhere along the line, blood and injuries throughout the fic but will be specified in the warnings of the chapter. Smut and other 18+ content, minors dni, no warnings in particular for this one

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“Why aren’t we doing what you and Payback were doing?” You question as Bradley straps the pads to his hands. He scrunches his brows and looks down at the guys, then back to you incredulously.

“Because I’m not going to hit a girl.” He scoffs back. You suppose that would be unfair, but not because you’re a girl. Because he has been doing this for as long as he can walk, and you’re about as graceful on your feet as a deer on ice.

“So what’s this?” You tap your hands together, wearing gloves that fit this time. There aren’t really any women’s gloves for you to borrow — girls don’t really come here, let alone train here. Nat let you borrow hers. She’s watching with interest at the side of the ring whilst Mickey covers her 11am session.

“Call it target practice, not that you need it apparently.” Bradley jokes, tilting his head from side to his, neck still stiff from that shitty couch upstairs. He’s just messing around, the lamp didn’t even leave a bruise — hitting the floor, now that’s left a mark around his elbows but he’s fine. He’s been through worse.

Rooster hadn’t planned on getting to drunk to drive home last night — spending the day with a sore neck after having to walk back here to spend the night, and also being assaulted with a lamp — those seem like fair punishments for his lapse in judgment.

Your ears heat up slightly. You swallow and offer him a sheepish smile.. “Sorry again, about that.”

He looks you up and down and then smiles, rolling his broad shoulders back. It’s been a while since someone looked at you like he does. “Sorry for breaking in and almost flashing you.”

It’s in your head. You’re getting in your own head about this. It’s just because you saw him and his stupid tanned muscles last night. He’s not flirting with you.

“Almost…?” You aren’t quite sure you heard him right, you take a step closer. He smiles at you and knocks the pads together in his hands, flirting.

“Yeah, I usually sleep naked — you stopped me right in time,” He chuckles, then sniffs. “Alright. You ready?”

You stare at him. He raises his eyebrows at you expectantly. You glance across at Phoenix, who is close enough to have heard what he just said to her. She’s practically wincing.

Swallowing softly, you turn your attention back towards him and nod.

The terminology he uses isn’t exactly beginner friendly, but you understand what he’s asking you to do. Different combos, different variations of swinging towards the pads on his hands — hardly rocket science.

Jab. Jab. Hook. Bradley sighs and shakes his head, “Hit like you mean it, Bambi — this is just sad.” He taunts. You frown, shooting another glance towards Phoenix. “Now!”

You flinch at his raised voice, blinking hard as you turn your head back to face him. Phoenix pinches the bridge of her nose. She probably should have filled him in. Taking a deep breath, you do as he asks. His brows furrow as you complete the combination.

He looks over at Phoenix at the edge of the ring and notices her shaking her head at him. He pauses.

“Have you ever even hit anyone before?” Rooster asks, making no effort to hide his distaste for your current technique. There’s a judgment to his tone that you weren’t expecting. You shift your weight uncomfortably from foot to foot.

He’s hot and cold, and confusing.

No one ever took it easy on him during his training, and that’s what made him good at what he does. It wasn’t until someone took pity on him that it all got screwed up. Going easy on clients doesn’t work.

“No…?”

“Alright, um… maybe we take a couple of steps back,” He lifts his hand and bites the Velcro on the back of the pad, shaking it off of his right. hand and then pulling it off of the other. They clatter to the floor messily. Your skin burns, embarrassed. You’re in the centre of the gym, quite literally on a platform. Rooster curls his fingers towards Phoenix, “Nat, wanna give us a hand?”

“Someone ought to.” She scoffs as she pulls herself up and steps under the ropes. She smiles and nudges her elbow into yours. Bradley rolls his eyes playfully at her.

The practice that you do next is much more tame. Natasha holds your hips, making sure that you stay in ‘stance’. Her arm guides past yours, her fist moving from vertical to horizontal — arm rotating as she extends it. Slow movements with her chest to your back.

You breathe out softly and copy.

“No, not —“ Bradley sighs and catches your wrist, stepping closer. He extends your arm slowly and turns it like hers, then nods. He looks up, meeting your gaze. “Like that. Okay?”

You nod softly.

Footwork is important in boxing, you know that much. It’s as important to be fast as it is to be strong. And yet, Bradley’s got you standing completely stationary, extending your arm and rotating it.

It’s important, making sure that your jab looks good before he moves on to anything else — walking before running, and that kind of thing. You’re already sticking out like a sore thumb, doing this with them just makes you burn with embarrassment.

Still, you won’t admit that here.

After maybe thirty minutes, Bradley reintroduces the pads. He stands in front of you, Phoenix holds your hips.

“Go ‘head, Bambi — impress me.” He murmurs, holding the pad up in front of you. Slow at first, you do exactly what he showed you. His lips quirk at the edges. He nods. “Mhm. Harder.”

Natasha looks past you, staring at him, unimpressed. She knows her best friend well — and he’s an idiot for flirting with you right now. It’s not his fault, he’s just messing around. He likes to tease girls, it’s part of the fun.

Besides, as far as he’s concerned, you broke up with your asshole boyfriend and are probably looking for a rebound. Looking at your short skirt and the tank top that you had strolled in here in, Rooster would be more than happy to be your rebound.

His tongue slips forwards and wets his lips as he glances you up and down. He’s well aware that there are people watching — the guys that train here aren’t used to there being a pretty girl in the ring. They stopped looking at Nat after she launched a dumbbell at a guy, maybe it was a bit much, but it had worked.

You continue, hitting into the pads. Natasha can feel you relaxing into it.

“Harder.” Bradley insists, the impact of your punches barely rocking the pads in his hands. You do as he says, and he lets you go on for a while, but you’re holding back.

It’s boring.

“Alright. I’m gonna take a break before Lou shows up.” Bradley decides finally, taking the pads off of his hands and stepping closer to you. You lift your chin, eyes on him as he invades your space to set the pads down on your forearms. “Not bad, Bambi.”

You’re left awkwardly holding them, still wearing Nat’s gloves as he steps under the ropes and drops down from the ring. Natasha takes a split second to watch him walk away, then shakes her head. Asshole.

“Ignore him,” She mumbles, shaking her head as she takes the pads from you and tugs at the velcro on your gloves. “He’s a dick to everyone that he trains. Method in the madness or whatever.”

You almost scoff. If that’s him being an asshole, you can handle that. Compared to what you just walked away from, this is a playground fight. You can handle your own here. Especially with her to back you up. You smile softly at you new friend.

“Maybe next time, I could practice with just you?” You suggest gently. Natasha nods, smiling back at you.

Bradley whistles as he tucks himself back into his shorts, stepping away from the urinal and walking over to the sink. He wets his hands, then soap, then washes. The soap in here is cheap and never lathers right, but that’s Mav’s department. Bradley couldn’t care less about this kind of crap.

He looks at himself in the mirror above the sink, wiping his hands on his shorts and running his fingers through his hair. His eyes skim along the long, jagged split in the mirror. Somebody should probably get that fixed.

“Now you listen to me, dickhead,” Natasha starts, unfazed as the door slams into the wall. Bradley flinches, eyes going wide.

“Nat, this is the men’s room!” He protests, turning around to face her, eyes going wide. She continues towards him as the door swings shut again, pointing her finger into his chest. Bradley stares down at her, confused.

“Don’t fuck around with her like that. It’s not what she needs right now.” She wants him seriously, looking up at him, eyes narrowed. She might be half his size, but she has shown him more than once that she’s not to be messed with.

Still, that doesn’t mean he won’t argue back.

“Are we talking about me flirting with her?” Bradley asks. He folds his arms over his chest and leans back against the counter. Natasha shoves at his chest.

“Can you just be normal around a girl for once in your life, please?” She huffs.

“Everyone needs sex, Nix. It’s natural.” He shrugs calmly.

“Not her — not from you,” Phoenix insists. Bradley stares at her, trying to read her face. All he knows is that Phoenix ran into you after you had dumped Jett. From what Bradley knows about Jett, he wasn’t surprised that you didn’t want to see him again to grab your stuff. He’s starting to think that there might be more to it than that. “Just don’t mess with her head right now. I think this place could be good for her, and you’re going to ruin it. So — don’t. Okay?”

“Fine, but if she comes onto me, then—“

“She won’t.” Phoenix answers, shaking her head as she turns away from him. Bradley scoffs as she pulls open the door and leaves him in peace finally.

After over a decade of friendship, Natasha has never cock-blocked him before. Sure, she has done her best to dissuade him from making some poor decisions, but nothing like this. He turns towards the mirror and frowns slightly.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that whatever went down between you and your ex-boyfriend was bad, but Bradley’s curiosity claws at him. He thinks about it.

Sad eyes, shaking hands. What came before.

Phoenix thinks that time heals. Maybe that’s what she’s trying to give you — time. Bradley disagrees. He has had plenty of time and he’s still just as angry as he was back then. Getting better doesn’t work like that, not for him.

“Shit…” You mutter softly, staring at the text. Your heart sinks.

Jake raises his eyebrows as he wipes at the back of his neck with a towel. He takes a long drink from his water bottle and lets out a heavy breath, “Everything okay, kid?”

You look up from your phone. Clearly it’s not, Jake can see that much on your face.

“Y-Yeah… yeah,” A soft shake of your head, you sigh and close your eyes. Do not cry, do not cry — don’t fucking cry. “My friend just let me down is all.”

“Anything we could help with?” Coyote asks without hesitation. Jake looks at him and scrunches his brows. This is how they always get roped into the stupidest shit. Javy smiles sincerely at you.

These guys have already done too much. You shake your head again, “No, I was just supposed to get some things from my old place today. My dog and stuff. My ex is going to be at an appointment and it’s like the one time that he’ll be out… it’s — it’s just annoying.”

“I love dogs.” Javy declares. Jake drapes the towel over his shoulder and shrugs. He knows about what happened.

“I’ve got a couple of hours free.” Jake agrees.

They’re standing side by side, both sweaty and clearly exhausted. Without looking at each other for reassurance, they offer you the same soft, sincere smiles. You stare at them.

Jake dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his keys, “My car or yours, kid?”

Your old apartment is about a twenty minute drive, a ground floor apartment with a small space at the back of it. Jake’s brows furrow slightly as he slides out of the driver’s side of his car, “Jesus Christ — is that your dog?”

Barely listening, you fish your keys from the front pocket of your denim skirt and head for the front door. Jett’s car isn’t here and you don’t know how long you’ll have. Jake and Javy share concerned glances as you rush towards the loud, deep barking coming from the apartment. Jake winces as the door springs open, preparing himself to witness a viscous attack.

Instead, a chunky tan and white pit bull launches himself into you, wiggling and wagging his tail.

“Oh, baby — Mommy missed you so much!” You coo over the fifty pound dog as he knocks you onto your butt and immediately throws himself into your lap, licking your face. Jake stares in disbelief. That cannot be the same creature that had been barking so incessantly a second ago. Not the excited blur of dog that’s all over you being called baby.

Javy laughs and heads forwards to join in. You breathe in softly and hold your hand up. He stops in his tracks.

“Hold on, he — um, he’s kind of shy about meeting new people,” You explain gently as you push yourself up onto your knees and wrap your arms around the dog to keep him against you. “If you both just come and sit, like right here, and let him sniff you, it should be okay.”

Javy obliges immediately, sitting cross-crossed a couple feet away from you, in the parking lot of the condominiums. Jake approaches slowly, uncertain as he sits beside his best friend. You smile and kiss the dog’s shoulder, slowly loosening your hold on him and letting him wander forwards.

He stalks towards the two of them, slow and cautious. Jake holds his breath. He’s never been great with dogs. Javy lifts his hand, calm and still as the dog sniffs him first.

“This is Tank.” You announce, smiling softly. Javy seems to have passed the friendship test, Tank moves on to Jake. He takes longer to decide when it comes to the tense blonde. After a few seconds of sniffing, Tank’s tail begins to wag. He presses himself into Jake’s lap, snuggling into his chest as he sticks his big head out towards Coyote.

A couple of minutes under the San-Diego sun, the four of you getting to know each other.

Jake helps you grab what you can, only the stuff that matters, while Coyote stands watch. Tank appoints himself the unofficial foreman, making sure that everyone is doing their jobs, following you from point A to B as you load Jake’s truck with as much as you can carry.

“Thanks, for helping me out with this stuff,” You say softly as Jake closes up the back of the truck bed. He turns and offers you a small, cool smile. Javy beams at his side. “I really appreciate everything you guys have done for me.”

Javy steps forwards and wraps his thick arms around you, forgetting his strength for a moment as he squeezes you tight. “We look out for each other at Bradshaw’s. Happy to help. Right, Jake?”

Jake can’t help but laugh at the concerned, half-crushed and worried look on your face. He nods and pats your shoulder as he heads for the driver’s seat. “Yes, we do. Now let’s get this guy home before he pisses on my seats.”

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #miles teller #top gun: maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw au #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster bradshaw imagine

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factorialsotherfandoms · 3 months

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And done! Mostly archivists, some Roier, Fit, and the rest of deathfam at the end. TW: aftermath of torture, major character injuries, fantasy sickness, ooc warning for probs everyone but the situation is fucked so who knows. It's 6638 words please just take it as it is and love it or at least the idea for me <3

The doorbell rings, and it pulls Cellbit from his sleep. He’s curled on the floor of the fear room, having never quite made it to bed last night. With a bit of effort he pulls himself to his feet, cursing out whomever decided to wake him at this hour.

If it isn’t important, he’s starting another murder spree.

“Coming!” he calls, unsure if it will reach, as he takes the elevator up and then stalks down the hallways.

He gets to the doorway, and rips it open. With a sigh he prepares to berate them, only to freeze as he opens the door.

It’s Philza.

Philza. Who has been missing for a little over two months.

Philza, dressed in rags and smelling of blood.

“Philza?” He asks, looking over him, looking for his wounds. “We missed you; where've you been?”

And it doesn't matter that Cellbit had been asleep, because Philza is somehow alive and somehow back, even after so long. He can’t be angry, not seeing him wide eyed and like this.

He doesn't get a reply, just a shake of Philza's head. He sways in place, stumbling into the wall. Cellbit reaches out, taking his arm and trying to support him.

Philza looks at him, and there's a purple taint to his eyes.

Some sort of void sickness?

What the fuck.

Cellbit wants to ask, wants to scream and to shout, but there are clearly much more pressing problems here. Instead he takes a deep breath, and tries to position himself to take more of Philza's weight.

Cellbit is a wet tissue of a man, strength wise but he could swear Philza was never this light before.

Philza, who flinches at the touch, then all but collapses against Cellbit's side.

“Do you have a warpstone?” Cellbit asks, already thinking through if he has the supplies to make a spare. “We should probably get you to the infirmary…”

The weight on Cellbit's side is suddenly gone. A trail of bloody footprints stain the stonework as Philza stumbles backwards, rapidly shaking his head. All until he's pressed against the wall and the… then he just shakes.

And, fuck, Philza is usually a sensible one. But it's been months, and he's wounded, and Cellbit can see the signs of torture and knows the obvious culprits but…

“Okay,” he thinks, and thinks again. “Okay. My drawing room then. I have the first aid kit Mike made for Richas somewhere.”

Philza calms, and hesitantly nods, and goes as if to stand before leaning back against the wall, and offering out hands instead.

Why isn't he speaking? Void-sickness, possibly, but if so Cellbit would expect the taint to be visible on his lips or throat. Roier would probably say something about trauma, but Roier isn't here right now - he's taken Richas and Pepito for a sleepover at Foolish's dragon and, hell, at least the children aren't here to see the blood on the floor.

He'll have to clean before they get home.

Still, Cellbit takes Philza's arm, helping him drape his weight across Cellbit. He drags more than carries him, and most of their movement is kept going only by Cellbit.

Beneath his hands, Cellbit can feel things - too thin, but then the Federation has probably starved him (why is he void-sick, if the Federation took him? That doesn't add up but who else would it be?). There's dried blood beneath his fingers, and some tacky like the scabs have not quite been able to set. There are ridges, too, new scars born across his skin. Philza’s own fingers are weak against Cellbit’s arm, hurting and blistered and the skin scraped like he had been scrabbling in gravel.

Torture. Cellbit knows what torture is.

He wonders if Philza remembers any of it, or if he is like him.

Either way, Cellbit is going to find Cucurucho, and rip his spine through his neck.

With a trail of bloody footprints they make it to the drawing room. Cellbit helps Philza sit, making sure he is steady before letting go. There's a water jug left on the table, so he gets Philza a glass, and hands it to him.

Cellbit doesn’t ask ‘where the fuck have you been’ like he wants to, nor does he comment on the man’s state, instead he says “wait there. I’ll get some potions” before turning and sprinting back up the stairs.

Potions, bandages, stuff for stitches, water and soup - he grabs two buckets of water and a bottle or three of antiseptic, too, just to be sure. Did the Federation have him? It’s the only answer Cellbit can think of - from just a brief look Cellbit could see he was covered in wounds, friction burns on his ankles and wrists while his feet bled, and he looks half-starved. He’s pale, too, too pale, and he isn’t sure whether to hope it’s blood loss or lack of sunlight as both options suck.

He messages Roier, just in case - Missa he’ll worry about later, once he knows what is going on. No need to worry Philza’s loved ones in the middle of the night, and certainly not when they’re surrounded by people.

HIs knife goes in his belt - there’s no room for mistakes.

And then it’s sprinting back to his front room, only to find Philza is… gone?

He would call it a hallucination, if not for the bloody footprints still all over his carpet, and the still-full glass of water beside the sofa.

“Philza?” he calls, swallowing the crack in his voice.

Did the Feds steal him back from his own damned house?!

There’s a shuffling nearby. Cellbit turns, looks up, sees Philza perched on his toes, bloodying the top of his bookshelf.

“Sit back down and let me see where you’re hurt,” Cellbit points to the chair.

Philza looks about and around, curling tighter into himself. He stares at the window.

Jumps down.

Bolts towards it.

Crashes into the glass.

There’s a very definite noise of main, but it’s muffled and something about it is /wrong/.

Cellbit grabs his shoulder, steadying him, leading him back to the sofa. His own hands are shaking, and Philza keeps glancing back to the window.

What about the window is wrong…?

As soon as he sits down, Cellbit goes to examine it. He cannot see anything odd, but pulls tight the curtains just in case.

“Better?” Cellbit asks.

He does not get a response, so he just hopes that he is.

The next question is… What first… Philza’s body is an itinerary of injuries - his face and his wings suspiciously intact but for the exhaustion and the void-sickness in his eyes, the stain also dappled across his nails and small patches of skin - but Cellbit knows what he wants first.

Everything is bad, but it is Philza’s feet that are bleeding.

So he grabs everything and kneels before the sofa. Carefully, watching Philza as closely as he is watched in return, he takes one of his feet. Cellbit has to pick the remains of utterly ruined shoes away, just tiny scraps of the fabric which once made up the uppers and soles. Beneath that are the wounds, and around it the blood.

Some of it is stones, and mud, and sticks, and dirt.

Some of it is blisters, a mark of how long Philza must have been walking.

Some of it looks suspiciously like very, very deliberate slash marks - all across the soles of his feet, and across the backs of his ankles. They’re deep, and surrounded by cross-hatched scars of equally thin slashes, like the wounds have been applied again and again and again.

If Cellbit were to cut someone’s feet like that, it would be to stop them from running. With how deep the slashes are… He doesn’t think that Philza was ever supposed to walk again.

“Fuck,” he feels himself swear and this… this doesn’t look like the Federation at all.

The friction burns around his wrists and ankles, looking like chains, sure, but the slicing…? They’d trust their bars, and they’d torture with something bigger, and if you are genuinely a flight risk they lock you away. Not… Not this.

It’s just as cruel, but not really in their style.

So he’s killing Cucurucho and someone else, then. Just got to work out who, because he cannot think of anything else on the Island which would trap someone in the void.

Still he slowly works on picking out the debris, doing his best to clean the wounds with a cloth dipped in clean water and antiseptic poured on it as he goes. The wounds are so extensive, though, and dirty, that…

Well, Cellbit isn’t a doctor; he pours the entire other bottle of antiseptic into one of the water buckets. Once he’s done all he can with his fingers and the cloth, he shoves Philza’s foot into the bucket.

Philza makes a strange noise; Cellbit checks, but he is gestured at to continue, so… So he repeats the actions.

The second foot is, somehow, worse; the cuts are shallower, but there’s barely skin between them.

Cellbit is out of his depth, he’s so far out of his depth, but they need treating now, and Roier has yet to answer the message - he’s probably, like everyone else, already asleep.

He picks out the gravel, and places this foot more carefully into the antiseptic bucket, and prays it’s enough to avoid an infection.

From there he moves to where he felt blood before, tracking the wounds. These ones are smaller, simpler, much more like their usual issues. Cellbit knows how to clean up a cut and bandage an awkward shoulder wound - he’s done it before. He can bandage to give pressure to a sprained wrist, and he’s certainly had his fair share of blistered fingers in his life.

The quantity is wrong, all wrong, but actually tending the wounds is something anyone of the island could have done.

And then… And then he must get carried away, too busy charting them, too busy tracking the black-ish stains on Philza’s stress and trying to calculate how bad the void-sickness is, too occupied to be taking proper care.

Because he does not mean to scrape a blister on his palm, tearing it open and letting the fluid leak out.

But he does.

Philza screams, but it does not come fully out. Neither do his lips open, the sound trapped in his throat and his nose, and Cellbit…

Cellbit has a horrible realisation.

“Philza,” he asks. “Philza, can you open your mouth for me?”

Philza shakes his head.

Wait, English is ambiguous, maybe… Maybe he’s not…

“You can’t, or you won’t?”

One shaking finger is raised.

And Cellbit slowly nods.

He’s known things like this before, he’s seen it before - he’s done it to people before - but think of it being done to someone who has only ever trusted him, only ever tried to help or be his friend…

“Can I touch your lips?” he asks.

Philza doesn’t react at all. He stares at Cellbit and barely even breathes.

Still Cellbit approaches, hesitant hands reaching out. He cannot see anything, not like this, so…

So if he’s right…

It’s not glue.

He’d be able to feel it if it were glue.

Slowly, carefully, he pushes a finger between Philza’s lips

and there, at the back, he finds the stitches. Thin but strong, pulled extremely tight and narrowly sewn. There’s not even space for a straw, and Cellbit knows how to fix this but he’s not sure he /can/.

He doesn’t even know who he needs to dissect.

“I…” he stares at it, leans closer to look, examines the thread - it was white, once, but it’s brown with dried blood and spit. They’re set so far back that they’re sewn more into Philza’s gums than the skin of his lips.

Cellbit pulls his hands away, “I don’t think I can help without hurting you.”

Philza tilts his head to the side, and gestures with bandaged hands.

He seems… resigned. Like he expected this.

Scared, too, glancing now at the door.

Who can Cellbit ask for help? Philza would probably want Missa, or maybe Fit or Etoiles or… Someone else early. But Fit is helping Missa protect Chayanne and Tallulah, and Etoiles is knee deep in /something/, which…

Roier might know. Pac and Mike are scientists, they could. Foolish has all sorts of strange skills, as does Bad.

He could just put a message in the general chat, but he really, really doesn’t want to do that…

And, there is also the problem that everyone is asleep.

“I’m going to get you some pyjamas,” Cellbit decides on, rather than making a decision before he’s worked out the right answer. “Will you be alright?”

Philza nods, his eyes already drifting to the door.

Cellbit hates it, hates how wrong this all is; Philza should not be curled on his sofa, clutching at himself, injured and shaking in fear. But, he is, and there is very little that Cellbit can do about it.

Something to wear is a start though - he heads back to his room, leaving Cellbit behind. Nobody on the island has a lot of spare clothes, but he manages to find a clean and relatively soft nightshirt at the bottom of a chest. He shakes out the worst of the creases, deems it serviceable enough, and heads back.

Philza is gone.

Again.

This time Cellbit checks for the footsteps - wet and still slightly tinged pink. Cursing the man and everything else he runs after, hoping he didn’t get too far.

He finds him very close to the bridge’s warp plate. Cellbit grabs his arm and, this time, Philza fights back.

It’s not a long fight, only seconds before Philza is limp in his grip and doing his best to snarl despite his sewn together lips.

The stitches don’t tear, but his skin does.

“Stop that!” Cellbit tries. “You’re making it worse.”

Philza /freezes/ when Cellbit yells, and his heart drops somehow further into his feet.

“Just… Come back inside? Please?”

Cellbit is so fucking tired.

Philza… Shakes his head.

“Philza.”

He pulls away his arm, and tries to run.

It’s not…

“Why are you running?”

It is far from the tone that Cellbit usually asks that question in, but it’s still one.

Philza… Does pause. He can’t even mouth his words, but he gestures to his eyes, and then to the darkness around them, glancing over his shoulder as he does.

He’s been looking around a lot…

“You’re being chased?”

Given someone was clearly trying to keep him wherever he was, it’s the obvious conclusion.

He nods - once, twice, gestures harder at the darkness and makes to keep running.

And then his eyes catch on a rose.

Missa had mentioned something about roses, how they were supposed to protect the family. There had been a garden of roses, the children asleep and Philza and Missa sat talking beneath the moon. And then Phil just… Dropped through the floor mid-sentence. Gone, before Missa could grab him. Gone, just like that, from a garden that should have been a sanctuary but whose leaves were withered now.

They’d looked and they’d searched and they’d hunted, and all that could be found was a small hole, with purple-touched darkness beneath.

Much the same colour as the void-taint in Philza’s eyes.

Cellbit picks a rose from the bush, and hands it to Philza, “Missa mentioned they’re… protection charms for you?”

At the mention of Missa, Philza's eyes snap from the flower to Cellbit, eyes suddenly much wider and Cellbit…

Cellbit maybe should have said sooner, because all he would want to know if he’d been tortured is if Roier and Richarlyson were safe.

“He’s safe,” Cellbit promises. “Foolish is hosting a sleepover for the Eggs tonight - he took Chayanne and Tallulah.”

Philza doesn’t look like he believes him.

So, Cellbit presses on.

“He showed me the rose garden, though the flowers were dead,” he continues. “And the… hole? Portal? Void-patch?”

Philza wriggles his hand, holds up three fingers, and huh. Between the rose and talk of Missa, he at least seems to have calmed a tiny bit. The talk of a dead garden seems upsetting, but he clings to the rose in bandaged hands like something precious.

“It was very small, very precise. Clearly whatever took you only wants you,” and Cellbit is spitballing, only hoping he is on the right track both emotionally and logically as he still pieces it together. “It hasn’t taken anyone else, either; even if you stay in my house, it’s unlikely it will take me.”

Frankly, Cellbit doesn’t care if it does - all the more chance to create a distraction for one of them to kill it - but he knows Philza will.

Because it’s Philza, and he’s a better person than Cellbit ever had the chance to be.

“So, please, come back inside?”

Philza looks at the rose, then at Cellbit’s hand, then hesitantly, very hesitantly, takes it.

It’s hard work, leading Philza back into the safety of the castle. He’s edgier than before, and keeps being startled by the slightest sounds. He is usually vigilant, noticing the smallest of oddities, but to jump at every animal scurrying in the underbush…

Cellbit sees him reach for an axe which is not there, and maybe that’s part of the problem too.

They make it back to safety, and Philza clings to the rose even as his feet are cleaned again - bandaged this time - and he is helped into the nightshirt. Cellbit has always been the taller of the two, but they were once of similar builds - it should not hang nearly as loosely as it does.

With his lips sewn shut… Cellbit isn’t sure he can help.

“They’re probably asleep, but do you want me to text Missa? So he can bring Chayanne and Tallulah in the morning?”

Philza hesitates - if he’s still being chased… Well, Cellbit can guess why the concern.

“I can put some wards down, and ask them to come with Roier? He’ll look after them.”

He gets a nod this time, though it is slow.

Cellbit pulls out his communicator, focused as he tries to think of how to tell Missa - it’s not even a case of what would he want to know if Roier was in Philza’s situation, because Missa… Cellbit doesn’t know the man well, but they certainly have very different personalities.

In the end he settles on ‘Philza appeared at my place last night. He’s hurt, but I’ve been looking after him. Get Roier to show you over. Doesn’t have a communicator or anything.’

He shows it to Philza, who hits send, and then with clumsy, bandaged fingers writes ‘Did HE hurt you? Be safe - HE still wants me.’

That message is sent, then another is typed. It’s just as slow, Philza obviously frustrated as he has to delete duplicated letters. Still, he turns Cellbit’s communicator towards him, and shows him the message.

‘Cut it’

That those words took three minutes and clear /pain/ to write cuts deeply into Cellbit.

Just being stabbed is too kind for whatever did this. Cellbit will tear it apart with his /teeth/.

“Cut what?” he asks.

Philza hesitates, before stealing Cellbit’s knife, and bringing it to his lips.

“Stop!” Cellbit grabs his wrist, disarming him far more easily than he should have been able to. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

The reply he gets is a withering glare.

It’s good to see him have some confidence back, whatever the roses mean, but if he’s going to use it to hurt himself…

“I don’t… Think I can do this,” Cellbit licks his own lips, running a thumb of Philza’s.

His hand with the knife in it is grabbed, and tugged on.

“Fine!” If he doesn’t, Philza’s going to do it as soon as his back is turned, isn’t he? “God, I’ll try. But just enough to drink something, okay? I don’t trust myself.”

There’s a long pause, but eventually Philza nods. Cellbit swaps his knife for a smaller switchblade, flicking it open and peeling Philza’s lips open. He aims for the centre where there is least risk of damaging other things, carefully slotting the knife through…

Fuck.

He manages to cut a few of the strings, but in doing so he catches Philza’s lip. It’s not a deep cut, but he can see the blood bubbling.

He wants to lick it.

He presses a tissue there instead.

“Hold this, just let me get you a straw.”

Cellbit waits to make sure Philza has the tissue held in place - he’s smiling at him, how is Philza smiling at him when he /cut/ and /torture victim/ - before running to the kitchens.

How is he being trusted like this? He’s a fucking murderer, a heartless, cruel man; he isn’t…

He isn’t someone you fucking trust with a knife near your face.

What has this island done to him? He doesn’t mind it, doesn’t… He doesn’t hate it, he actually likes it - the having friends, the having family, the people relying on him.

It’s fucking terrifying, though.

This has only proved that.

He still needs some moments to calm down. His hands shake with the memory of blood on Philza’s lip, and it’s all he can do to pour some soup into a saucepan, and set it on the hob. Half-remembering the last time he starved he adds extra water, thinning it down. While it cooks he makes himself tea, and fetches Philza water, apple juice, and a selection of straws.

It takes a few minutes to warm the soup through. Once it has, Cellbit has just about found his footing again. He serves it up, and carries everything through.

“Here, sorry about the wait,” he says.

Philza has somehow found a second rose, and is awkwardly braiding them together. With his hands it is loose, but Cellbit can see what he’s trying for.

His lip has stopped bleeding, at least.

Neither is put down as he’s handed the glass of water. It takes Cellbit a few moments to work out the problem, but eventually realises; with his own fully functional hands he helps Philza angle the straw through the gap in the stitching, and lets him drink.

He drinks like a dying man, and Cellbit supposes it’s close enough to true. He doubts either of them have any idea how long his lips have been stitched together, but it’s long enough that the thread is stained…

Philza manages the water, then looks curiously at the rest of the tray. Cellbit offers it to him; he hesitates over the juice, but points at the soup.

Cellbit checks the temperature first - drinking the water had been slow enough to cool it down a little at least - before helping Philza once again. This time he has to help support the bowl as well as the straw. It’s awkward, but they manage it between them.

About a third of the watery soup is managed before Philza refuses more.

Cellbit has no idea if that’s good or not.

Still, they’re both exhausted, and it’s something to keep him going, and Roier will be here in the morning. Roier isn’t a doctor, of course, but Cellbit trusts him with significantly more delicate things than himself.

Cellbit can be dexterous, but delicate is for investigations not handiwork.

Forcing Philza to walk again on his injured feet seems needlessly cruel; the sofa is not the comfiest place to sleep, but Cellbit would put money on it being the comfiest place he’s slept in a long while.

“Sleep here - I’ll go grab some blankets,” Cellbit says, and he leaves, and by the time he returns Philza has already passed out on the couch.

He tucks the blankets around him, making sure he will stay warm overnight; the castle is draughty at the best of times, and when someone is sick and injured is not the time to tempt fate.

Then he sits on the floor beside the bed, knife in his lap, meaning to think and meaning to keep guard.

Most of Philza’s injuries are just torture wounds. They say little about his captor, or what they want. He’s clearly been in the End or the Void for too long - his eyes have a hint more purple, there’s dappled stains across his skin, and Cellbit isn’t sure which symptoms he has but it will probably make him struggle for warmth and fuck with his brain. That should be something like proof against this being a Federation ploy - they don’t seem to have easy access to other dimensions - but is not definitive.

The slicing on his feet despite the lack of it on his wings also is not definitive, but does not fit their usual goal. Unusual location and unusual goals? Probably not them. Stitching inside his mouth… Adds to that, really, the Federation are more cut your tongue out or sedate people sorts, not sew them up.

A goal, a goal… Philza’s face and his wings are mostly untouched, which would imply some awful… display piece, Cellbit supposes. The rags of his clothes would count against it, but perhaps he was only allowed to wear them when he was needed. Despite that appearance he could not have been that highly valued - the stitching in his mouth prevents drinking, so he would have died in another few days. Mentally scattered, but does seem to recognise people and places still - Cellbit rules out brainwashing, or at least if they tried it they failed. The injuries don’t imply anything sexual, which leaves…

Cellbit runs through it all again. Nothing quite makes sense, except…

End entities don’t like water, do they? Maybe they don’t need to drink.

Do they even need to eat? Or do they exist on some other sort of sustenance?

If he was held captive by something with no need to eat or drink, the sewn up mouth is no longer incompatible with the idea of a trophy, or a prize…

---

At some point Cellbit must have fallen back to sleep, because he wakes up to yelling. He doesn’t even think - he grabs the closest item - bucket of water - and throws it in the direction of the assailant.

He recognises the voice about three seconds later, when Roier shrieks.

“Fuck! Sorry!” Cellbit’s awake now, hair stuck to the side of his face as he scrambles up.

“Bitch!” Roier shakes off the water then, realising Cellbit is getting up, latches onto him.

Now they are both wet.

“Are you okay?! Roier’s revenge is had, or maybe not as wet hands trail all over him. “Fuck, Gatinho, don’t message me asking for medical advice at 3am and leave blood on the carpet! Come wake me up next time!”

“I’m fine!” he promises back. “I’m sorry, I’m okay, I’m fine - is Missa with you?”

“Missa?”

Roier left before Missa was awake. Fuck. Hopefully he works it out, because Cellbit’s too asleep for this.

“It’s Philza,” Cellbit replies, dropping his voice at the secret. “He woke me up last night, looking for help. I think?”

Roier’s lips form a perfect O, as he turns and finally spots Philza still sleeping on the couch. Cellbit watches as he looks him over - most of the injuries are beneath the blankets, but he is still clearly unwell - and then sees the straw in the part-finished bowl of watery soup.

A rose is still clutched in Philza’s hand, just visible where it slips out from the blanket.

“How bad is it?” Roier asks, quiet.

“They sewed his fucking mouth shut,” Cellbit replies. “I cut a little so he could drink, but stopped when I caught his lip. Cuff burns on his wrists and ankles, fucked hands, they sliced up his /feet/ so he couldn’t run, then he ran on them barefoot anyway.”

“Stupid Feds,” Roier’s nose twitches.

Cellbit shakes his head, “there’s void-taint on his chest and in his eyes. No idea how sick he is, but the Feds don’t have End access.”

“That we know about.”

And Cellbit has to concede that point - still, he talks Roier quietly through Philza’s other injuries, and explains what he did. At the end, his husband looks about as helpless as he feels, but does pull a small pair of scissors out of a pocket.

“We should probably give him, I dunno, antibiotics or something,” Roier pulls a face. “For his feet. How do we treat void-sickness? Is it just keep him away from it?”

Cellbit has no idea - it’s not like he has spent prolonged periods of time in the End, “someone will know, right? Maybe when Missa gets here?”

Roier raises an eyebrow and, fair, Missa also has likely never been to the End, but Cellbit thinks the man deserves more credit than he ever gets. If it’s for Philza, he can probably brute force his way into the answer by sheer stubbornness alone.

That entire family is a bit like that.

“If not… We can at least ask who they want telling,” Cellbit concedes. “I didn’t want to just put anything in general and have everyone on my house.”

“We’re going to murder whoever did this, right?”

“Of course.”

Roier kisses his cheek, and once Cellbit is done blushing he finds Philza watching them.

“Morning,” he says, as Roier notices and waves.

“Hey Philza,” Roier drawls on the name. “Cellbo says you got something stuck in your mouth?”

Philza flips him off. It’s a clear struggle for him to sit up, but he manages it.

“Is it okay if Roier takes the stitches out?” Cellbit asks, getting a withering look from both of them at how soft his voice turned as he said it.

Despite that, Philza nods. Roier nudges him into a different position, and sits opposite on the sofa; he actually remembers to wash his hands before peeling back Philza’s lips, and Cellbit feels a bit stupid for not thinking of that.

As he watches Roier carefully use the tiny scissors to cut the threads, Cellbit keeps guard. His fingers flick back and forth over his knife but there’s no target, nobody who isn’t dear to him here to use it on.

He’s helpless, and he knows it; hopefully between them they can work out who he needs to kill and how.

The threads are cut, and Philza is allowed a drink as Roier finds the tweezers in the first aid kit. Pulling out the threads comes with flinching and bleeding wounds, and there’s only so much that antiseptic-soaked cotton wool can do.

The thread-holes are small enough that they stop bleeding quickly, but the blood from Philza’s mouth is horrific.

There’s a thread or two left to remove when Cellbit hears the door, and remembers he should have checked his comms. He leaves Roier treating Philza to head down.

This time he opens the door to find Missa, Chayanne and Tallulah - and an awkward looking FitMC, hanging towards the back.

And Cellbit suddenly realises it’d be a really bad idea to let the children see their father while Roier’s still treating him.

“Is Phil…?” Missa asks.

“Roier’s treating some of his injuries,” Cellbit replies. “Do you want to help me make breakfast for everyone?”

The sign Chayanne slammed down is put away in favour of nodding, and grabbing his sister’s hand. If Missa bought Fit, even if only for directions, Cellbit is happy enough to let him in - he gestures for him to follow, and leads everyone to the kitchen.

It’s awkward, and quiet, and nobody seems to know how to break it. Still, Cellbit shows them around and admits “they sewed his mouth shut. Roier’s fixing it, but we need light and easy food, okay?”

For all he nods, Chayanne seems to misunderstand. There is some simple stuff, yes, but a flurry of activity and complicated dishes too. Tallulah arranges them on the plate with extreme focus, and Cellbit…

Cellbit takes the two adults, and uses the stove.

Quietly, while the children are occupied, he explains what he knows. They listen, Missa frets, and Fit’s face is grim.

“I want to check with him first,” Fit looks at Missa, who gives him a nod. “But I think I know what bullshit he got himself into.”

“You do?” Cellbit asks.

Fit shrugs, looks uncomfortable. “He was scared, thought he was being threatened… We’ll explain later.”

And that’s the sort of shit Cellbit could have done with knowing before this shit happened. He’d like to strange someone, but he knows why he wasn’t told; Purgatory was… rough, to say the least.

“We didn’t tell anyone,” Missa adds, in Spanish, Fit glancing at his wrist to read the translations. “Fit only knows because it started when I was gone and the kids were missing.”

Cellbit doesn’t feel much better - the egg cracks with a little too much force, and he imagines it’s a skull.

It takes a little while for breakfast to be ready, and Cellbit hopes it gave Roier enough time. He warns the children their father is probably hurting, so be gentle, and also his mouth and hands hurt so he may not say much.

They consider him with far too much seriousness for their age; Tallulah writes a sign for them both, simply reading ‘I know’.

He leads them back through. Philza is holding some gauze to his lip, curled up in the corner of the sofa and watching the room. Roier sits on the other corner, sword clearly in grabbing range even as he tries to keep up low and playful chatter. It goes quiet when everyone else enters.

Chayanne and Tallulah move first, running to their father’s side. Neither of them touch him, though, waiting for the quiet ‘hello’ spoken in a deeply hoarse voice, and for Philza to offer them each a hand. Missa follows, taking the middle spot on the sofa. He hesitates, barely risking moving, but Philza leans his head on his shoulder and so Missa snakes an arm behind his back.

Every one of the four of them is either carrying or wearing a rose. Now he looks, Fit has one too.

“Was it him?” Fit asks, sitting heavily on a chair opposite.

Philza nods.

“Well, fuck,” Fit sighs, and looks around. “I’m gonna guess you need stuff for void-sickness? Anything else I should ask Pac e Mike for?”

And of course Tazercraft are the obvious people to ask. Scientists with a habit of breaking reality have likely seen this before.

“Antibiotics,” Roier adds. “For preventing infection in wounds dirty for too long? And painkillers.”

Philza gives him a withering glare at painkillers, but his hands are busy with his children and even if his lips are now free, it must /hurt/.

Chayanne distracts him by placing a huge amount of food both on his lap, and the floor all around. Missa laughs and Philza looks fond, but shakes his head softly. Missa takes one of the broths, though, and offers it to him.

Despite having his mouth free, Philza still reaches for a straw.

And Cellbit, Cellbit wants answers, but Fit is texting his boyfriend who Cellbit hopes has Richarlyson, so there’s not really anyone to ask.

Roier pulls a silly face at him.

Cellbit likes to think he’s above pulling one back, but whatever he does, Roier laughs anyway.

But, he does have breakfast for everyone else, so he hands it around and drinks his coffee and waits impatiently patiently for the family to quietly sort themselves out.

Eventually, Philza looks at Cellbit, mouthing ‘thank you’ and then, “I… you want to know?”

“Yes.”

Philza looks at Missa, then Fit - both of them nod.

“Fit,” Missa says. “Can you? I am not sure all of how to say it in English.”

Fit sighs again, puts his communicator away, and nods.

“What do you know of the Ender King?” He asks.

It’s a name that Cellbit has never heard before, but ideas are already forming; Roier is also shaking his head, a shrug on his arms and confusion in his eyes.

“Right,” Fit pulls a series of faces. “Now, I don’t know a lot. But, couple of months ago, Phil called me over to his house. It’s happened a few times - seeing messages and structural changes in the bunker I couldn’t see. One time Pac was with me, and he was just weirded out-”

Philza butts in, with a quiet, “it was Rose.”

“Rose?”

Philza nods, Chayanne slams down a sign.

‘She looks after us!’ the boy writes. ‘All of our familia.’

“She’s a goddess,” Missa adds, slowly, clearly thinking about his words. “But her powers are weak here… She looks after four, King only wants one.”

Tallulah adds ‘it’s why the bad things can’t find us’, and Cellbit isn’t quite sure which bad things Tallulah means, but it has to mean something.

Eye workers, maybe.

The idea of a goddess protecting a family is… Not exactly strange to Cellbit; he’s dabbled in the occult enough to know what sort of entities would do that, at least.

“She’s my,” Philza coughs, harsh, his throat not really ready for talking. “Spawn goddess. Where I come from.”

That’s stranger, but explains why she might like that.

“Right,” Fit says. “That one turned out to be less a problem, but the one that followed… When I went over Philza was in the middle of a panic attack, only not crying because Chayanne and Tallulah were there. He said a being from his dreams had contacted him, one more powerful than anything, against which there’s nothing we can ever do. Something about a war, and wanting Phil for himself. Phil made me promise to look after the kids if he was taken, that he’d find some way back but we were /not/ to go after him.”

And they listened? Cellbit is mostly surprised that they listened, but then Philza and his friends are more practical sorts than himself and Roier.

“There were more letters,” Missa says. “He started… corrupting Rose’s letters? Because he couldn’t find Philza.”

“And then he found you.” Cellbit finishes.

And it’s not the whole story, he knows it isn’t the whole story, but he’s got enough for the themes - a being which calls itself a god wants Philza for some reason is hunting him. That being comes from wherever Philza was before here, and has plans for him. Perhaps he is trapped as a pawn in a war between the gods and a war prisoner you are trying to sell makes sense for his treatment.

Perhaps he did something to piss off the god.

“My memory is,” Philza gestures to his head, and Cellbit knows the amnesia affecting many islanders touched him too, so he nods. “I don’t remember but…”

There’s a sign, turned to Philza where Cellbit cannot see.

Philza’s face shifts, and softens, and he reaches out for his children again as he says “I promised, didn’t I?”

“Does he have weaknesses,” Roier asks. “Everything has weaknesses!”

Philza laughs, bitter and dry. It turns into another coughing fit, one that leaves him shaking and leaning on Missa for support.

Cellbit notes Fit texting again, and has his suspicions as to what it says.

Once Philza recovers, he says, “the Ender King is fucking dead, mate. Water burnt him, but now he has no body… He’s weaker, can’t steal entire cities anymore, but he lost his weaknesses to.”

Worse than a god, it is the ghost of a god.

Has no body, though?

Cellbit looks at Philza again, and wonders - the void sickness has clearly done more to his mind than his body, and a deity of the End could likely manipulate it. If it had left him a functional body but empty mental shell…

War prisoner or flesh suit, either way Cellbit needs to work out how to kill a god’s ghost.

[Notes - void sickness. I’ve not really developed it but tldr overworld bodies are not well adapted to other realms. Too long in the void (also the End, where the atmosphere is void) fucks you up. Purple rash-like staining across skin, purple tint getting into your eyes. Common symptoms include dissociation, derealisation, and a susceptibility to the cold. If it reaches organs it can cause them to shut down, though always works from the outside in (or if caused by eating too much chorus fruit, which is an option, from your digestive tract out). The comment about Philza’s lips or throat with not speaking is if the taint had reached either his voice box or the muscles controlling his lips. Philza’s actually pretty fucking resistant to it, by a combination of genetics and very slowly increasing his exposure over time. Most people would be dead from that long, he’s just… It’s deep enough to cause muscle weakness in places, but it isn’t yet deep enough to cause damage like ‘lungs cease functioning’. The ‘bonus’ of his mouth sewn shut is they couldn’t feed him end-food, so it was only working out-in not in-out. Much like with fairies if you eat of the end bad shit happens.]

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp cellbit #hurt/comfort #angst #*gestures vaguely*#please just take it I'm done with this fic #there was supposed to be more after but I liked that line as an ending line so it's the end now #I also feel you should know I wrote this watching old 3D animated b@rbie movies in the background #specifically princess and the pauper and 12 dancing princesses #plus a lot of silence #but please appreciate me writing torture aftermath to kid's movies #stuck the @ in so it doesn't show up in the other fandom tagsg

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domestic things with stray kids

requested: naur :p

warnings: mentions of food/eating (esp in felix and jeongin’s)

note: so. apparently i write for skz now.

찬 - chan

having a nightly routine together

omg so cute

so adorable

you guys are literally like the old married couple that’s still deeply in love with each other <3

and lowkey grosses everyone out with how whipped you both are <33

but anyways

we all know how chan is practically allergic to sleep

i am too tho tbh

but on the rare occasion that he’s actually home and plans on going to bed at a decent time

you both have a cute lil routine that you do together

like doing ur skincare routines for each other

being all giggly while applying the different creams and stuff :(

omg and if you do facemasks trying to make each other laugh while they’re on :((

and chan will always let you pick which one you want first bc he’s just nice like that :(((

making silly faces at each other in the mirror while you brush your teeth

omg and if you have longer hair you can bet ur ass he will brush it for you

and he’d be so gentle too 🥺

and then if you want he’d braid it for you as well

will absolutely hold you close as ur going to sleep and give you a forehead kiss before drifting off

“night, baby. love you.”

idk man where can i get a chan ://

rest of the members under the cut!

민호 - minho

going grocery shopping

going grocery shopping with someone is like . peak domesticity + intimacy imo

it’s just so cute <3

so wholesome <33

anyways be prepared to be made fun of for your food choices

“you’re getting that?”

“yes….?”

“okay….🙄”

definitely blames you for forgetting the grocery list

even if it was his fault

turns into a mom when he sees you trying to sneak food into the cart

“babe we already have 2 different kinds of cereal in here put that one back”

“sigh fine”

like don’t even try doing the puppy eyes on him bro

bc he’ll deadass just look at you like 🤨 and walk away lmao

would offer to lift you into the cart and push you around <3

except he acts like it’s such an inconvenience for him even tho he’s the one who offered??

lets out the BIGGEST sigh

“minho, honey, you’re the one who asked if i wanted to get in”

“well yeah why wouldn’t i?? you’d probably be complaining about how much your feet hurt with those ridiculous shoes you’re wearing sooner or later if i didn’t”

you were wearing sneakers but okay <3

we all know he’s allergic to showing he cares in obvious ways so we’ll save him his dignity for now

also!! sneaks in ur favorite snacks while you’re not looking

and doesn’t say a word about it unless u bring it up

“babe where did these come from i don’t remember getting them?”

and he’ll just shrug and be like

“i saw that we were running out so i grabbed some for you”

ur fave tsundere <3

창빈 - changbin

sharing clothes

listen

Listen

in reality

as someone who’s like . the same height as binnie

and definitely not the same size lmao

this would…..probs be a lowkey disaster

but in theory

this is the cutest thing ever

like 12/10 very pure very sweet

would recommend

like you two wear each other’s hoodies/shirts/whatever so much

you don’t even remember which ones are yours

definitely the type of bf where if he’s gonna be gone for a little while

he’ll spray his cologne on all the hoodies u like to steal

bc he knows how lonely you get :(

and how much you like his cologne :((

expects you to do the same for him lol

“babeeeee you’ve been gone so long why didn’t you leave any hoodies behind that smell like you 😢😢”

“i just saw you last night though??”

“exactly it’s been way too long”

will get very upset if you don’t share ur clothes w him

“changbin can i please have my hoodie back now?”

“don’t you mean our hoodie?”

*insert communist bugs bunny meme*

like idk what to tell you guys other than be prepared to have like half ur clothes stolen by ur bf <3

현진 - hyunjin

painting together

yes i’m an unoriginal bitch deal with it

but can u IMAGINE

ur in his room

the canvas is on an easel right in front of you

you’re sitting on jinnie’s lap

and he’s just gently guiding your hand that’s holding a paintbrush :((

or he’ll just wrap his arms around ur waist and watch you paint on your own

and rests his head on ur shoulder

and gives u kisses on your cheek and temple occasionally

i’m not crying you are

you both have your own paper/canvas/whatever

and decide to make something for each other

but the other can’t see it until you’re both done

i can guarantee no matter what you make hyunjin will tear up a lil bit

bc hello !! you made this with him in mind !!! he inspired this !!!!

and even if it’s not the most aesthetically pleasing *ahem*

he’ll still love it and think it’s the most beautiful thing ever :(

but whether u suck like me

or you’re the next monet

hyunjin will always love whatever you make <3

definitely hangs it up in his room

always has tips and pointers to give you if you ask for some

and always makes sure to be very nice and sweet when giving them :((

oh and be prepared for him to paint the most beautiful portrait of you ever bc ur boy is whipped <33

it’s just a very relaxing and peaceful time overall

지성 - jisung

going to the park together

i’m sure you all could tell from the headcanons/reactions i’ve posted before

but i am lowkey obsessed with going to a playground with someone at sunset/nighttime

when it’s just the two of you

and you can do stupid shit without people judging you lol

imagine sitting on the swing

and jisung just starts pushing you gently without you even having to ask

until at one point he grabs the chains and holds you back

and when you turn ur head to ask him what’s up

he just gives a sweet little kiss and then continues to push you :((

sobbing

or imagine going to a park at sunset

and sitting in a gazebo

and he teaches you how to play the guitar :(

and even if you make a lot of mistakes and don’t really get it

he’s still very patient and understanding :((

then when the sun sets completely

you guys will spread out a blanket

and lay down and star gaze

and while you’re pointing out different constellations and saying how pretty the stars are

all jisung can think is how you’re so much prettier in his eyes

goodbye it was nice knowing you all

필릭스 - felix

baking with/for each other

i know y’all probably saw this from a mile away

but is this not just . the cutest??

buying cookbooks for each other :(

trying out now recipes together :((

feeding each other the yummy sweets you made

you definitely get special s/o privileges too

like any time felix tries out a new recipe for something you’re always to first one to get to try it

or even if it’s something he’s made a million times before you still get the first one of whatever it is

omg and imagine getting in little food fights while you guys are baking too

and you never know who’s gonna start it

one minute you were mixing the cake batter

and the next thing you know you have a huge streak of flour on your cheek and felix is grinning all innocently at you

until smear some back right on his forehead 3

aside from that tho

baking with felix is honestly so much fun

bc even if you’re not the greatest at it he’ll be sure to help you with every step if you need it

and even if you make a mistake and ur cookies come out terrible he’ll still eat them

bc you made them

and it’s not the taste that matters but the love and thoughtfulness put into it

or at least that’s what he says

승민 - seungmin

changing the bedsheets together

okay i know this sounds a lil weird

BUT

changing the sheets together is low-key very cute imo

like even if you don’t live together

but he’s over at ur place just hanging out

and you start complaining about having to change your sheets

bc we all know changing sheets can be vv frustrating and kind of a workout

he’ll just be like “c’mon then let’s go do it and get it over with”

and suddenly changing the sheets isn’t so bad <3

as long as ur cute bf is there to help ofc <33

orrrrr

let’s say you guys just moved in together

and you finally have all your furniture and stuff in the apartment

but suddenly you realize that you forgot to buy bedsheets

so thus begins the adventure of going to the store and trying to find a set that you both like

bc something tells me that seungmin is very hmmm grandpa-like in his bedsheet preferences

think plain dark blue, or boring stripes, or maaaaaybe plaid if he’s feeling risky

and ur just like babe i love you but no <3

so finally you guys decide on a couple sets with both of you compromising a bit

a striped set (just not in that awful brown colour he first suggested), a floral set (just not the ugly sunflower one you were gravitating towards), and another just plain black and white one

congrats on both of you being adults about it i’m proud of u <3

정인 - jeongin

sharing food with each other

okay idk about everyone else

but as someone with several siblings

sharing food is like the highest form of love/trust lmao

and seeing as jeongin also has siblings

the moment he starts sharing his food with you is like a big milestone in your relationship

and you definitely get s/o privileges with it

bc rest assured if anyone else tries to take some of his food it’s game over

but you want some of his fries?

sure baby take as many as you’d like

and everyone else is just staring at you like 😲😲

because jeongin?

willingly sharing his food??

unheard of

but with you it’s like he’s a different person

omg imagine going on a date and you guys get some ice cream

and even tho you like the flavor you got

you can’t help but keep glancing at jeongin’s bc for some reason it looks really good??

and he just sighs, gets a spoonful, and holds it up for you to take a bite

because even if he acts like it’s such a chore

he secretly loves how comfortable you two are with each other

plus he knows that if you ever have food that he wants to try you’d offer him some in a heartbeat

you guys are just the cutest :((

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nothums-from-tj · 1 year

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I am deprived of Rasey content bc brain rot is real. As they say: if you want content you gotta make it yourself </3

Unfortunately I have only seen up to early-ish s3 so Mona is not included as I have not met her. That said, I give u 2012 Rasey hcs:

at the start of their relationship they try to keep things rough/“casual” so like there was no gentle moments it was just essentially roughhousing (their usual things) with romantic intent until they accidentally fell asleep together once and Casey found out Raph is a sleep cuddler and his heart absolutely melted, even when Raph woke up Casey kept his arm around him and they just stayed like that for hours until Casey told him that he’s so adorable being all snuggly and he got so red about to push Casey off and dismiss this vulnerable moment but Case kept him close and kissed his head and now Raph can’t get enough it’s his favorite thing

Raph teases Casey so bad, like not even in a s/xual context he’s just so playfully mean and Casey sometimes pulls a scene and acts like it’s the worst thing he’s ever heard when it’s really just annoying at worst (“LOL Casey I can’t believe you have a crush on me” “you’re literally my boyfriend” “so embarrassing 4 u”)

Casey texts Raph while he’s in class all the time, sometimes it’s dumb selfies from ridiculously unflattering angles (typically from under his desk) though it’s usually complaining about a class, teacher, or classmate; if he stops responding suddenly, especially while he was still typing, he knows his phone was confiscated and he always thinks it’s so funny

I’m torn on whether they’d set one another’s contact names as super sweet/sappy things (“my darling🥰” “baby boy❤️” “babe🖤” “sweetheart💕” “my love” “my baby” “forever and ever” among other variations) or if they’d be legitimate insults in the most affectionate way (“dork” “loser” “dummy” “geek” “nutjob” “screwball” among others) bc Raph is the romantic however they’re also both besties and I at least think Raph could go in either direction; either way they’d both set contact photos as the least flattering images they could find if each other

based off of @cloudywithachanceofautism’s hc of them refusing to go to bed angry w each other: it happened One Time on accident after this rule was set, Casey was at a game that night and his phone died when he thought it was charging (bc we love technology /s) and having both entirely forgotten about whatever they got mad at earlier during the game and not realizing his phone is still dead, he just went to bed after getting home; meanwhile Raph was calling nonstop for at least an hour or two after the time he knows Casey gets home from his games and was nearly having a breakdown (not that he’d ever admit it) bc he doesn’t want their relationship to get ruined over something so dumb and he started spiraling a little; Casey realized his phone was dead after he woke up and once it was charged enough to turn on and saw like 114 missed calls from Raph he remembered the argument and he calls him first thing profusely apologizing and explaining the situation and they’re really fragile for about a week following

to go with the hc that ‘12 Raph can knit (from the ‘03 clip) I think he’d just knit Casey socks or gloves or something come the colder seasons, he picks on him a little for being a “softie” however he savors them as much as possible bc he thinks it’s the sweetest thing in the world (Raph knits socks for his brothers too, they’re all very appreciative)

April also got Casey into both Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley, Raph picks on him for that too and yet always watches over his shoulder when he’s playing (he’d prob marry Abigail or Sebastian in Stardew as they’re the most like Raph)

Raph manages to get into certain musicals and drags Casey right down with him (thinking “Mamma Mia!”, “Legally Blonde”, and “Mean Girls”; Mikey got him into “Hairspray” and “Heathers” too and he loves them, just don’t top the previous 3)

they do couples costumes their first Halloween together, Casey tries to get them in the dumb comedic ones though Raph keeps setting a hard boundary on that; they do gay ships instead whether or not they’re canon: Fred and Shaggy from Scooby-Doo, Michiru and Haruka from Sailor Moon, I have my own however I’ll stick to these common ones for now bc they r just as good

also when they started their relationship, while they were still adjusting to more affection they would cope by calling each other gay (“*smooch* that was gay” “you’re the one who kissed me, doofus”), and when they got a little more comfortable Casey would start saying “pog” or “that was so poggers” after they’d kiss bc he thought it was funny to see Raph so annoyed like that

behind Raph’s back, Casey would take care of or at least talk about Chompy like he were their child (Raph would probably cry a little of sheer joy if he ever found out)

from cloudywithachanceofautism’s other hc of Raph preferring words of affirmation and Casey preferring physical affection: while Raph absolutely adores having somebody who’s as affectionate with him as he is with his brothers, it’s especially when Casey says things like “it’s ok to be angry, y’know” “you wanna talk about it?” “I’ve got you, it’s ok” “I’ll take care of you” “are you ok?” “Want me to handle it?” anything to do w his mental health and anger bc these poor kids haven’t really known how to deal w it growing up, especially since Splinter isn’t the most emotional parent, and it just makes him feel seen and loved and he always melts in Casey’s arms (“if you wanted a hug you can just ask you know” “doesn’t mean you didn’t need to hear it”)

tying into the previous: Raph also still melts whenever he’s called cute or pretty however when it’s in front of his family he tries to call him lame and a sap affectionately and then he’d let himself be vulnerable with Casey when they’re alone

despite Raph being little, he’s significantly heavier than Casey given he’s nothing but muscle and his shell adds some density (plus Casey’s super scrawny), unfortunately Casey learns this the hard way by trying to be chivalrous and pick his bf up and nearly falls flat and Raph laughs for like 10 minutes straight; Casey isn’t always a fan of being easily lifted by his tiny bf though he’ll embrace it when he’s in a super sappy/affectionate moment and accept it when they’re doing like “couples’ exercises” together and Casey can be used as a weight for him to lift, it’s very funny in his own opinion

given Splinter’s time in America as a human was very brief, I would think he didn’t get to learn a lot of American customs so what the turtles grew up with was mostly Japanese culture and we know they know some of the Japanese language, probably more than what’s shown in canon too; that said, there are probably things they say or do that are confusing to both Casey and April and sometimes has to explain that they’ve just never heard of some of these things before

with that: romance and topics of love are much more conservative in Japanese culture, also the holidays are more for romantic partners rather than friends and family; so like Raph would sneak into Casey’s window Christmas Eve and be very surprised to see him not with his family for the night (not that he’s not happy to see him), or like he’ll try to find a tea stalk in his cup every single date and see if it goes vertical (superstition here) and Casey has no idea why Raph is smiling into his tea when he does, or even one of the most common showings of a couple are matching clothes so Raph will sometimes try to do it subtly when given the chance before they start dating and Casey has no idea why; Splinter thinks this is all very cute and is very proud of his kid

Casey’s the one who introduces hot chocolate to the turtles (“Casey, they’re turtles, they can’t be having that!” “Mutant turtles, April—I don’t think they even know what they can or can’t have!”) and has to eventually take it away from Raph and Mikey bc they became very hooked, Raph still tries to be extra affectionate to get it back which would probably work if it wasn’t for death glares from Leo and Splinter every time bc the last thing they need is a sugar addiction (though Splinter is very pleased about candy canes during the season bc they’re both very rare and very expensive in Japan)

Casey eventually starts to work out more for several reasons, one of which being able to pick up Raph so they eventually have strength and speed contests every time they see each other to who can pick the other up first and how high they can go (Raph tries to claim the “highest” part is unfair as Casey is literally over half a foot taller than him)

alternatively: “Why are you holding Raph like that?” “He likes to be tall.”

on summer nights, they’ll sneak to a closed amusement park just to walk around and Raph would probably play jungle gym on the rollercoasters so the two of them would just sit at the top bump of a track and watch over the city, otherwise playing whatever games that didn’t need to be shut down or need a lot of setting up so they could set it back up before they leave and maybe one or the other would steal just one stuffed animal for one another (not like a huge one, just like one of the “first tier” prizes that there’s a million of); maybe go see botanical/serenity gardens if possible, drive-in movie theaters, or like if Casey and April have some means of access to a public pool they’d probably sneak into that too (Raph getting so excited to go swimming with his turtle instincts and then takes a huge breath under water to come back up coughing and sputtering bc it’s not freshwater it’s chlorine and he didn’t know that was a thing); I just really like the thought of them doing public dates they r so cute

🚫TC//T DNI🚫 ANY MENTION OF AFFECTION AMONG THE BROTHERS IS PURELY PLATONIC

#tmnt 2012 #rasey #raph x casey #casey x raph #tj shares #tj writes #headcanons #hcs

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt. 1

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

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Y/N’s POV:

"Are you almost ready?" Haylee asked from the bathroom. "Yes, just waiting on you," I yelled back. Tonight was the first party of the school year we were attending; I was excited to see everyone since I had spent most of the summer traveling with Haylee. "Okay, we have to pick up Daniel and his friends." Haylee walked in, looking at her phone; I took in her appearance. My best friend was beautiful. There was no doubt about it. "Who are his friends?" I asked, standing up as she grabbed her keys and a jacket. She was the designated driver always, she never drank, and I always drank a little too much. "Bye, Mom!" We both yelled, walking out the front door; her big family welcomed me with open arms once they learned about my home life. "I dont know his friends; maybe you'll like one of them." She nudged my shoulder as I got into the passenger side. Haylee thinks I'm crazy for never dating in high school, I dont see the point, I would rather just have fun.

We pulled up to Daniel's house while he pilled out with 4 other friends and walked over to my door opening it. "Out, sweetheart. I get shotgun for paying for everything." I rolled my eyes but gave it because it was confirmed he paid for all my alcohol and to fill Haylee's tank. "Lucas, thank god," I said, grabbing his arm and knowing I could sit on a friend's lap rather than some random kid's.

The ride was filled with singing and talking amongst everyone while I finished a bottle of pink Moscat, and I felt it as we pulled up to the college baseball house. I got out of the car when one of the unfamiliar kids said, "Dont get out of the car." I looked behind me at the boy. "Excuse me?" I said, and that's when Haylee whipped her head around, hearing the attitude. Laced in my voice, "I said dont get out of the car yet." I looked at the boy, bewildered. Someone who doesn't know me could think I would take his directions. "Shut the fuck up; I dont even know you, weirdo." I go to step out of the car. “I'll slump you right here if you get out," I scoffed and heard Daniel say something as I exited the car, walked around the back, and was immediately on the ground.

"Stupid choice," I said as I stood up laughing. Haylee ran out of the car, and I walked towards the baseball house. "Did he just hit you," My friend Zay said, grabbing my shoulders. I nodded my head yes. As the realization set in, my jaw started hurting immensely. Zay and three of his friends ran off in the direction of the car as I walked towards the house, and two college boys led me in, holding two frozen chicken patties to my face as I sat on the couch. I didn't know what happened to the boy after that until Haylee entered the house. "Come on, let's go home." I nodded, getting up and thanking all the baseball houses for whatever they had done outside.

"He got jumped." I ignored Haylee's comment; I was embarrassed; I knew I shouldn't be seeing that I didn't do anything wrong, but getting punched in the face was embarrassing. I looked in the car mirror inspecting my two black eyes, no doubt from how hard I hit my head on the cement. As soon as we got home, I called my cousin to come to get me and bring me to my dad's house. Knowing that only the second week of school would start the day after tomorrow, I wanted to figure out how I would deal with the questions.

I was lying in bed scrolling through Snapchat stories when I saw the video. This kid was jumped by at least ten other guys, and my friend Zay stood over him, yelling how this is what happens when you hit a girl. As I lay my head down to finally sleep, I started getting a call from one of my friends from my old school. Keelin. I pick it up knowing it's better to face it now rather than avoid it "Where does he live?" I rolled my eyes "What happened to hi? Hello, how are you?" He scoffed. "I'm not fucking around. Tell me where he is-" I cut him off, yelling, "I dont know, I dont even know the kid's name." He sighed.

"Tell. You. Father." The silence was all that was heard on the phone. No shot. My father is 6'2" with muscles on his arms, which are larger than my head, and one thing about him is that he does not play about his little girl. "Stupid thing to say Key" He scoffed “I'll find him and get some rest. Let me know how you feel tomorrow" I hung up throwing my phone off the bed, not wanting to be bothered by it anymore tonight and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the following day to over 100 notifications. Including Keelin, Haylee, and, worst of all, Jackson. My ex-situations for my freshmen, sophomore, and junior years. He was switching schools this year so I finally cut off our toxicity and stopped speaking to him at the beginning of summer. I ignored everyone but called Haylee to come get me for Dunkin. I quickly changed into sweats and a crop top, seeing as it was only the beginning of September, so it was still a little warm. I walked into the living room to see my father. "What the fuck happened to you" I giggled at him. "Got in a fight, nothing serious." He rolled his eyes, knowing I was quick to fight someone, and didn't question it. "Going to Dunkin with Haylee, want anything" He shook his head no and handed me a fifty dollar bill, His way of showing love. I hugged him, running out to Haylee's car.

We spent that entire Sunday watching movies and relaxing, seeing as I was in crazy pain. It felt like my jaw had been broken. We prepared for the stares and questions that we would be hit with the next day at school, and she decided to stay over to drive us both to school because, apparently, a black eye meant I was incapable of driving. Once it finally hit 11, we finished our showers and skin care before laying in bed, scrolling through TikTok, setting our alarms for the following day, and putting on a YouTube video of rain sounds to fall asleep to.

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ray4youknow · 2 months

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Can you probs do a stan x kyle x sick gn reader whose so fukkin stubborn it drives kyle crazy so he eventually calls stan to take care of them? 😭 if not its ok ill take pete or damien 😻

sure

STAN X KYLE X SICK GN! READER

(This might be bad so please forgive me cuz I really never wrote an oneshot before)

Today I wanted to go out with my friends Kyle, Kenny, Stan and Cartman... but there was a problem... I'm sick and I promised to go to Starks Pond. I'm just laying in bed and I'm bored until...

"I'm going there! Even if I'm sick!" I stood up and immediately felt dizzy, I ignored it and packed my things and went out to Stark Ponds where I saw my friends

Kyle and Kenny waved to me, Stan and Cartman weren't there yet.

"hi y/n" kyle said and smiled at me.

“hi kyle and hi kenny” I said

"Stan and Cartman are coming, fatass really wanted to get KFC," Kenny mumbled.

I laughed a little and immediately felt dizzy again, which Kyle noticed.

"uhmm y/n? could it be that you're sick?"

"huh? what?" I asked him.

"are you sick?" he asked me again.

"No, I never get sick, Kyle" I answered him and coughed.

Kenny and Kyle just gave me worried looks..

“Dude, you should go home and rest,” said Kenny.

"No, I'm not going, I came here to have fun with you guys!"

“y/n it gets worse when you’re like this out here in the cold!” Kyle said.

"I stay here!"

Kyle sighed

"Good, you wanted it that way... Kenny tell Stan and Cartman that me and Y/N can't come with you guys"

Kyle said to Kenny and grabbed my arm.

"NO! let go!"

I tried to free myself from him but his grip was too strong. He didn't say anything and dragged me to my house

he took me to my room.

“lie down y/n” he said.

"I don't want to!" I said stubbornly.

Kyle just looked annoyed at my stubbornness.

“listen y/n if you don’t rest you can’t get better!” he said and threw me (gently) onto the bed.

"Wait a minute" he said and went out of the room..... when he came back after a few minutes he had a spoon full of medicine. "What is that?" I asked Kyle.

"Medicine, and don't argue back!"

"I dont want it "

He just sighed angrily and took out his phone

Kyle tapped his phone and called Stan.

"hey dude, where are you?" Kyle asked.

"I'm at Starks Pond with Kenny and Cartman right now... I heard you two aren't coming. What's wrong?" he asked with concern in his voice.

I sighed.. well Stan... Y/n is sick and refuses to do anything... she/he doesn't want to rest or take her medicine...

“Should I come to you?” Stan asked.

“that’s why I called you... I’m sure you’ll convince y/n.

After half an hour the doorbell rang.

"who is this?" I asked Kyle.

"It's just Stan don't worry."

"Hi guys" Stan said and looked at me worried

"Thank god Stan, she drives me crazy" Kyle said..

"HEY!" I pouted, offended. Stan had to giggle.

“You two are like an old married couple,” Stan joked.

Me and Kyle looked at him like he was an alien or something and blushed a little

"whatever" stan got serious.

“take your medicine y/n”

"How many more times do I want to-"

“y/n!” Stan said sternly...

Come on, why are you all so stupid today?

"Fine..." I sighed... "but it doesn't taste good."

Kyle rolled his eyes "the taste didn't kill anyone"

"You two are so mean!"

“y/n you said you were taking the medicine” stan sighed.

"I've decided, I don't want to-.." I was interrupted by Kyle kissing me (on the cheek (I can change it if you want)) "Shut up and just take it!" he said, blushing. "o-okay" I blushed. Stan just grinned at us. "You two are cute when you blush" he said and kissed us both on the cheek.. "SHUT UP STAN!" we both screamed.

and yes... in the end I took my medication and went to sleep. But I'm not alone because Stan and Kyle watched me all night so nothing happened to me

(I think it’s okay? Sorry if it’s bad, like I said it is my first oneshot and I am also not good about feelings)

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looking4userthatworks · 7 months

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Being the Spots child

Pre collider

●I can imagine he didn't know you existed but when he did figure it out he was like really confused because he made sure to use protection (bro was probably drunk when he did it so that prob why he didn't know you existed)

●but in the end, he ultimately decides to meet you

● alr let's give the lucky girl a name let's call her Gloria I like to imagine your mother Gloria to be somewhat of an alcoholic getting drunk on the weekend bringing multiple different boys home getting smashed and all that stuff

● she knows this is a problem but it's hard for her to stop one weekdays she trys to help you with your homework but ultimately falls asleep and you end up bringing her to her bedroom and tucking her in

●when John is finds out actually you exist he sees the situation your in and how your practically raising yourself he know he need to take you under his wing he might not know what he's doing but he's also part of you existed so he's also responsible for you

● one custody battle later

●he has full custody over you he is ecstatic and is also a little worried because he has no clue how to raise a child

●for you, you're a little shy towards him because you barely know all you know is that he's your father

●honestly you thought you situation before was alright might have not been the best but atleast you had a roof over your head a place to sleep and somewhat warm food

●Not to say you didn't have that with John it was just a little awkward

● for the first week, it was pretty awkward. Learning the basics about each other, the dos, and the don'ts favorite colors, etc.

● you started getting comfortable with him pretty soon it went from John to Dad

● sometimes, he was busy with his science Alchemax stuff, but he always made sure to ask how your day was during dinner!

●you guys were doing great

Post colider

It was a rainy night, a little drizzle, that's all. You pick up your phone, and you got a text from your dad. "You might be home a little later than expected. There's some money in my top drawer. Go ahead and order yourself a pizza. I love you !" Sent 1 hour ago

"HI dad, sorry for responding late. My phone died, so I had to charge it :p. I love you too! Come back home safely 4 me plz!"

You of course where a little upset he's always been coming home late tired and sore they've been overworking him for quite sometimes and every night he comes back he says that this will be the last time they make him work more hours

You knew he was lying every time you honestly considered emailing the company but decided against it

You called pizza place and placed your order. Now you just have to wait

Why not watch some TV? You grab the remote and turn the TV on it was on the news channel

"Explosion at Alchemax the cause is still unknown, but the police are currently looking for survivors -"you turned off the TV and got your shoes on as quickly as possible"

your ran it didn't matter if your legs started to hurt. You ran all the way to the scene

It was completely destroyed. You tried to run to what was left of Alchemax, but a police officer stopped you

"im sorry ma'am, but I can't let you pass"

you tried to push past him left, and right you went until finally collapsed in defeat

"I just need to know if my dad is okay.." You cried, choking back tears

The officer was taken aback. "I know you're worried about your dad, and I promise we won't stop till we find him, but for now, I suggest you go back home "

"Can you at least drive me back home? It's pretty cold, and my legs hurt. " You choke out with a couple of sniffles

"I- yeah, of course I can"

While the police officer driver you back hime you could help but think of the worst possibilities deep down you prayed none of them would be true

When you got home, you walked to your bedroom, grabbed all the warn abd fuzy blankets, and pretended it was your dads embrace you ended up crying for most of the night until you grew tired and fell asleep

Click

The door unlocked and closed softly. You slowly got up, you'd run, but you had your fair share of running for the day

"Dad?" You spoke softly due to your sore throat

Nothing

you started to walk to the living entrance

You were met with a pale white man? With black spots on him

"Hey honey..." he said tiredly

he sounded like you dad, but he doesn't look like your dad

"Dad... What happened?" Asked softly

"it's- it's a long story honey" he collapses "look I known it's been a long day for the both of us but can you please just...ya know just like drag me to bed"

"Of course dad," as you started to carry him on yout back to bed

You pushed his limp body on the bed and then climbed into the bed as he held you soon. Both of you drifted to sleep

●things became different when he became the Spot

● money was somewhat tight when Alchemax fired him

●he was hired by some places, but it usually didn't last long he tended to freak out the customers/employees

●rent was coming up, and he was just fired, not to mention he had to feed him and his child

●That's when he resorted to a life of crime

● and when he had his first fight with Spiderman

● and when he started world hopping of course he texted you the text probably went something like this "Hey honey I found out how to get my revenge on spider man>:)) but I need more Alchemax Coliders because it'll give me more spots >:) I don't think I'll be back in time for dinner grab the money in cookie jar an order yourself something i love you stay safe😘"

you knew your father had an obsession with Spiderman because he's the one that made him like this, so this was nothing new to you

When the spot got back to his dimension, he immediately went to check in you watching you through a window

He entered the home, and when you saw him, you gave him the biggest hug (you two guys always do this even if he was just out for groceries)

This was all for you. EVERYTHING he did was for you, and it was always for you. The bond you too built grew is unbreakable. He WILL protect you even if it kills him

Alr something I'd like to break down is the reader is 10 through 13 when this stuff happens you choose the age alr that's all I wanted to say

Have a lovely jubbly day, my customers

HOLLY SHIT I JUST RE-READ THIS ITS SO FUCKING CRINGE DO NOT READ I REPEAT DO NOT READ -future Lindsey(or past Lindsey how that shit works)

#atsv spot #the spot #johnathan ohnn #atsv fanfiction #atsv fic #atsv headcanons #jonathan ohnn x reader #atsv hcs #astv headcannons

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strangerthingsstories5255 · 1 year

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Jealousy Jealousy. (R.B x fem!reader)

About: You and Robin have been best friends since you guys were in diapers. But you started having a small crush on her. It feels so wrong but so good at the same time…

Characters: Robin, Y/N, Steve, Nancy, Eddie.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Jealous!fem!reader, clueless!Robin, fear of rejection, Vikie being a slight bitch to Y/N, Robin going into protective mode for Y/N, not proof read, prob misspelling. (That's it i think)

A/N: Ok… So i love Robin/Maya Hawke and she was the reason i love girls lol, but i started brainstorming shit, and i came up with a reader who is jealous of Vikie. And i love turning good characters into assholes/prissy bitches sooo…. enjoy lmao.

1,575 words.

(BEFORE YALL TELL ME TO GIVE CREDS FOR THE GIF, THIS IS MY GIF!)

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“Hey Y/N, can you take my shift? I have to go do something.” Robin asks you. “Uh, where the hell is steve? I’m running his shift too. Rob, i dont know if I can run both of y’alls shifts. That's difficult…” you tell her. “I’ll call Steve, but please Y/N?! Vikie asked me out! And I don't wanna miss it.” She pleads. “Fine…” you finally give up. “You’re the best!” she yells as she runs out the door. You don’t know why, but you feel kind of…Jealous? As you’re lost in thought, Steve walks through the door. “Hey Y/N, Where's Robin?” he asks. “Hm?” you look up, “oh. She went on a date with Vikie.” you tell him. You accidentally said Vikie’s name with a weird tone in your voice, that Steve of course noticed. “And you’re not okay with it?” he questioned. “What? Of course i'm okay with it, she’s my best friend” you defend yourself. “Yeah right, I heard that tone when you said Vikei’s name. Why don’t you like Vikie?” Steve asked. “It’s not that I don’t like her, it’s the fact that- nevermind…” you quickly stop yourself. “No! No, you tell me what’s going on.” Steve pushes. “Fine! I have a crush on Robin! I’ve had a crush on her since we were 12, my crush on her has gotten worse! But I can't do anything about it! Y’know why?! Because I'm her best friend, and I'll always be her best friend and nothing more.” you tell Steve, and he looks shocked. “Well… Talk to her about it. Maybe she feels the same.” He suggests. “Doesn’t she tell you everything?” you ask, and he nods. “Can you ask her if she would ever date me? ONLY if she and Vikie arent dating. Please?” you beg. “Okay.” He says. Right after yours and Steve’s conversation, Robin comes into the store happy. Oh no… you think. “She wants another date!!” Robin says excitedly. “Oh..” you say, it’s all you can think of to say. “WE’RE happy for you Robin.” Steve said, with extra emphasis on the we’re. “Y/N? Are you okay? You look sick.” Robin asks, concerned.”y-yeah, im fine i just had bad food today…” the lie slips off your tongue. “Okay… well go home and get some rest, yeah?” Robin suggests and Steve agrees. “Yeah, that's a good idea.” you say.You tell them bye and leave.

As soon as you get home you start tearing up, why me?! You think. This feels like torture. You call Eddie to see if you can get some weed from him, “Why do you need it?” he asks. “It’s not important. Just give it to me please.” you tell him. “I usually charge $50, but since we’re friends, and you seem to really need it, I'll charge $25.” He tells you. “Thanks…” you tell him. After you took the weed and told Eddie goodbye, you went home and layed down.

You fell asleep on your bed, and you were sleeping well until your phone started ringing. “Hello?” you ask tiredly. “Hi!” It’s Robin… “Hey Rob, what’s up?” you ask. “So, I was wondering if you’d wanna come to movie night tonight?” she asked. “Uh- yeah, of course. What time?” you asked back. “Uhhhh. Hold on.” she says. “Dingus said it’s at 7:00. Don’t be late!” she said with a lot of energy before hanging up. You look down at your watch, the clock says 6:30. Shit you think. It’s a movie night, I need something comfy… You think, so you pick out a grey-ish green hoodie that Robin gave you 3 years ago for your 15th birthday, black leggings, and boots. You put your hair in a messy bun, and left.

You got to Steve's house around 7:10, but they didn’t care. As soon as you walked in, you saw Vikie and Robin sitting next to each other, go figure, so you went into the kitchen to make popcorn. To forget about your jealousy against Vikie, you counted how many times you heard a pop. At the 13th pop, you heard someone clear their throat, so naturally you turned around, and in the doorway was Steve. “So…uh did you talk to-'' he pauses, nodding his head toward the room Vikie and Robin were in. “No, I haven't. And I can't!” You whisper-yell at him. “Why not?!” he whisper-yells back. “Vikie is in there! I can’t do that to vikie or robin!!” you say quietly. “Fine.” He finally gives up. “Thank you!” you say and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.

You sit next to Vikie, since Steve is sitting by Robin, and wait for Steve to start the movie. “So…Y/N, right?” Vikie asked. “Uh, yeah.” you answer, giving her a slight smile. “Robin talks about you. You guys are best friends, yeah?” She keeps asking questions. “Yes, yes we are. Is that an issue??” you ask. Vikie looks at Robin for a second, “No. Not at all.” She smiles. Then she leans in and whispers, “Don’t try anything. I heard you and Harrington in the kitchen. She’s mine and I’ve waited years for her, you’re not gonna take her away or I swear to god I’ll-” she got cut off by Robin asking if she was ok. Vikie nodded, and glanced back at you with an evil eye. You suddenly felt unnerved, and threatened. “I- I got to go to the bathroom.” You announce and stand up quickly. “Do you want me to pause the movie or-” Steve starts to say but you cut him off, “Nope! Keep it on. I don’t wanna make y’all wait a while…” you say as you run down to the bathroom and lock the door.

A couple minutes later, you heard a knock on the door. “Knock knock, it’s me.” Said the voice. You knew that voice anywhere. It was Robin. So you pretend to be sick. “H-Hey Robs, what do you need?” you say, while throwing some coughs in the middle of talking. “Oh. Do you feel well?” She asks through the door. “Uhm- no. i don’t feel well, tell Steve i'm running a fever, please” you say. “Of course!” she says, sounding worried about you.

Not even 5 minutes after Robin walked off, Steve knocked. “Can I come in?” he asks. “Mhm” you say. He opens the door and shuts it behind him, then he sits next to you. “What’s wrong?” He asks, worried. “I want to go home…” you tell him. “Why? What happened?” He throws questions around asking if you’re feeling ok, or if you’re hurt in any way. “Uhm- Vikie whispered something to me, and now i don’t know if i wanna stay…” You tell him about what she told you and how it made you feel. “What if she tells Robin?! Steve Vikie can ruin my friendship with Robin real quick. She heard us talking in the kitchen…” Your voice trails off. Little did you guys know, Robin was on the outside listening. She couldn’t believe that Vikie said that to you. But she also couldn’t believe that YOU liked HER. She felt like she was dreaming. She had a crush on you for years, but she could never imagine you liking her back, so she went after Vikie, in hopes to get rid of her crush on you, but it didn’t work. Robin was furious with Vikie. So Robin went up to her, “What were you thinking?! You can’t just threaten my friends!” Robin yells, so loud you and Steve hear it. “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about babe-” Vikie tries, but Robin stops her, “No! Don’t ‘babe’ me! I don’t like the fact that Y/N isn't in here with us, because you just had to start shit with her!” She yells. “It’s not my fault that she has a huge ass crush on you!” Vikie yells back. “What makes you think we’re dating Vikie?! We went on one date!” Robin says to her. Vikie looks shocked. “I- I thought-” Vikie can’t finish her sentence, because Robin keeps going. “No! I don’t date people who like being assholes to my friends! Espeically people who threaten my best friend! I’ve known Y/N way longer than anybody! So I have no issue kicking your ass out if it comes to her!” Robin says, still pissed. You walk out of the bathroom and Vikie looks at you like she’s gonna kill you. Robin catches this look and goes into protective mode, “Don’t even fucking look at her. She didn’t do shit to you.” This shocks everyone, including you. You’ve never seen her this protective. “You know what? Get out. I don’t want to see you around me or Y/N. Got it?” Robin asked. “But-” Vikie starts, “Get the fuck out!” Robin yells. And Vikie leaves. “Robin, why’d you-” you start to ask why she ruined her love life for you, but she stopped you before you could finish, “Do you really like me…Y’know more than a friend?” She asks. You nod, shyly. “Thank god! I’ve liked you for a while now, but I was so scared to tell you and-” Robin started to ramble, so you shut her up by kissing her. After you guys pulled away you looked into her eyes, “Well you have me now.” You smile at her. You two totally forgot where y’all were, until Steve asked, “Are we gonna finish the movie now, or what?”

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A/N #2: This is my first Robin fic... I hope it's at least decent lol. I tried.

#stranger things #jealous reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you

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