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erodasfishtacos · 21 days

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Boredom & Blind Dates [pt I]

summary: yn is a good friend, who's willing to go on a blind date so that her friend can try to pull the man of her dreams. the new bigshot doctor at the hospital she's works. the dinner isnt as charming as she hoped

word count: 5k

warnings: angst

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Victoria was a friend that YN had made in college when they were both studying completely opposite majors but happened to be roomed in the same two-bed dorm.

They clicked instantly and just like their majors, they were also exact opposite in their personalities too but it somehow just meshed perfectly together.

Victoria was a social butterfly who did not have a fear of being the center of attention, going after whoever she wanted (and typically pulling them), and her confidence was impressive.

Despite how smart Victoria was, she had a tendency to come off a bit ditzy, and has been called an air-head more than twice in YN’s presence.

The boys in more prestigious majors like law and medicine usually didn’t find her carefree attitude as appealing.

While Tori snagged the frat boys, YN steered clear of them which worked because they had never once had a crush on the same man.

After graduation, it only made sense to move in together because Seattle was a ridiculously overpriced city but their job wages were competitive.

Victoria was a nurse, she worked on a surgery recovery wing, and complained about her job constantly because of the crabby patients and long hours.

YN worked behind a desk all day, very rarely having to interact with anyone but if she did - it was all virtual from home.

She was the head accountant for a social media marketing company which was a pretty high position for the few years of experience she had.

YN had always been serious, more mature for her age, and always excelled above everyone else in her grade.

It hadn’t been a surprise when she was valedictorian or made summa cum laude in her undergraduate and masters degree with ease.

YN didn’t party, didn’t love socializing out in clubs but would go when Victoria pressured her enough to do so, and it was fine.

YN had been so involved in establishing her career, creating a successful life, and making a name for herself that she didn’t have time for the things Victoria did.

Dating app hookups, one night stands from the bar, and casual flings that only lasted a few weeks was how Tori rolled.

Typically, at least once a month, she was bawling to YN about the latest dickhead who treated her like she was disposable but kept going for the same type.

YN had empathy to an extent, always uncorked the wine and half-listened to her rants about chivalry being dead while she was still thinking about an account she needed to work on because the deadline was coming up.

YN liked to think she lived vicariously through Victoria’s stories which worked for her because then she didn’t have to experience those things herself.

YN had been sitting on the couch, laptop balanced on the wide arm as she scrolled through work emails while catching up on her guilty pleasure reality show.

It was nearly ten at night but she was waiting for a reply from a customer with a time difference, work could sometimes be a whole day and night ordeal.

There was no question that YN was uptight, rarely - if ever relaxed, and did not have much time for anything other than what put a hefty sum in her bank account every two weeks.

Victoria tumbled through the front door in a way that is uniquely her - like a hurricane.

Her keys jingling, her water bottle bumping and sloshing water as she drops her purse on the floor unceremoniously with a chapstick rolling out.

She tosses all of her items in a messy pile on the ground with her bag, kicking off her tennis shoes, and nearly prances into the living room.

YN blinks over at her, the excitement of her arrival was a routine now, she no longer gets annoyed that her best friend makes an entrance like that each time.

“Babe, guess what,” Victoria squeals as she sits down right next to her on the couch, still in her magenta colored scrubs and her mascara smudged near her eyes.

“What?” YN replies as she mindlessly clicks refresh in her email, wishing for this message with the information she needs to appear.

“Our new Chief of Medicine started today! He was the head of neurology at another hospital. A literal brain surgeon which, of course I’ve met others but he’s like…the best of the best. They write news articles about him, his studies in medical journals, he’s a big deal,” Victoria is still excited as she nearly bounces in her spot, shaking YN’s laptop.

YN puts a hand up to make sure her computer doesn’t topple, still nonplussed as she looks at her friend, “What does this have to do with you? Is it just because he’s famous in the medical world?”

“No, he’s fucking gorgeous too. I didn’t think you were allowed to be as smart as he is while looking like he just walked off a runway during Paris Fashion Week,” Tori giggles as her cheeks go a bit pink, “He’s the hottest doctor I’ve ever seen.”

“Tori,” YN sighs, clicking her refresh again - nothing, “Again, what is this information leading to?”

“Well I bumped into him today, literally, in the hallway. We spoke briefly, he was polite but serious, and I felt like he was flirting with me. I feel like I have a chance with him,” Her roommate tells her, that same confidence present as ever that she can pull this big shot doctor.

“Good luck with that. I’m sure he’s married with kids,” YN replies somewhat dismissively, unamused that this is how her friend spends her time.

“Nope,” Tori quips back happily, “I googled him. He just made the New York Times list as one of the most eligible bachelors in medicine. Single as they come.”

“I thought you didn’t want to date someone who also worked in medicine,” YN reminds her, clicking refresh once again to no results.

“He’s the exception. If I could settle down with a fuckin neurosurgeon, chief medical officer like come on that would be my biggest achievement,” Victoria pulls out her cell phone, tapping across the screen.

And YN just…cannot relate.

YN only fell in love once.

Where she could fantasize about a life with that person, marriage, kids, a house but it was all fantasy as they were never official in that way.

It was crushed and YN made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t let herself dream like that again.

“Do you want to see a picture?” Victoria asks as she looks for an image to show.

As a stroke of luck, YN’s work phone starts buzzing, and it’s the client she was waiting for to email her, “I’m sure he’s as attractive as you say, Tor. I have to take this.”

Her friend mumbles something about her being in a relationship with work which is honestly not that far off at this point.

However, it gives her an excuse to lock herself in her office for a few hours to avoid the ideas of love, Victoria’s fantasy world, and think about nothing but numbers and percentages.

The next few weeks blend together for YN.

Every few days she actually catches up on her work.

Every few days Victoria recounts her very purposefully crafted run-ins with the chief medical officer to shoot her shot.

Victoria has always been forward, asking bluntly for what she wants but with such a seemingly intimidating man, she finally has met her match.

Her roommate deems the doctor as ‘playing hard to get’ but YN starts to wonder if she’s imagining the spark between them or if it’s truly there.

She talks about times where the doctor flat out ignores her in the hallway but brushes it off that he was extremely busy on a pressing issue.

But then there are times where he will pull her aside, gently by the wrist and ask her about how her day was going, and appear to be interested in her answers.

YN loved her friend but was wildly uninterested in these events, the only thing that kept her curiosity lingering was if she was actually going to snag the head of the biggest hospital in Seattle.

She doesn’t hear much for a week or two.

At least three months have passed since the doctor started.

And this finally appears to be a payoff when Victoria comes home with her usual hurricane routine of leaving a trail of her belongings as she comes through the front door.

“Oh my god, oh my god. Close your laptop and look at me!” Victoria announces dramatically as she rushes over to the couch, taking it upon herself to close the lid of YN’s work computer.

“Tori,” YN scolds with a grumble, she really didn’t appreciate it when her friend interrupted her work flow in the middle of her meticulously constructing a report.

“Hush,” She replies, brushing off her concerns, and patting YN’s thighs, “I need the absolute biggest, most massive favor from you ever. And I really need you to agree, I’ll owe you for eternity.”

This didn’t sound good.

YN blinks at her, expression still unamused as ever.

“Okay. I am going on a date with the chief,” Victoria squeals, high-pitched and loud, “But it’s a double-date, he was telling me he’s looking for a date for his friend. I offered you and he invited us all to dinner at The National.”

Fancy.

And YN tries to settle the itching annoyance at her friend offering her up without her approval but unfortunately it was a very Victoria-like thing to do.

Despite how uptight YN could be, she had a soft spot for her friend and would do anything within her to make her happy so instead of lecturing her about setting her up, YN agrees.

YN thinks about it as the days pass until the date, what’s stopping her from actually giving this a try?

The only information she received about her blind date was that he was also a doctor, orthopedics, and his name was Mitch.

YN dresses nicer than she had originally planned, in a form fitting black dress that shaped her chest phenomenally, making her smaller tits look full and lifted.

It also defined her backside well too, making it rounded and voluminous in a way that it normally didn’t look in her regular outfits.

YN hadn’t been with anyone in over a year, not even a casual hookup because she didn’t do those - she did commitment.

Maybe Mitch would be the one.

YN wasn’t one for magical thinking like her best friend but maybe this is what optimism was supposed to be like as opposed to her normal pessimist outlook.

Victoria dressed stunning as well, albeit a bit more revealing which was her go to, cut-outs along her ribs and the hem was nearly to her bum cheeks so she couldn’t bend over without revealing all of her bits and pieces.

YN was sure that the doctor she was pining after would take her home with her that night but she also knows Victoria is possibly looking at this to become serious.

It was all up in the air.

The National was a quiet restaurant, where business meetings were held and deals were made.

Everyone dressed in expensive outfits that made YN and Victoria’s seem a bit out of place but they blended in well enough.

Neither have been to the location before because it was reservation-only and you had to have enough of a name in Seattle to bother calling.

The fact that the chief was able to get them a table, at relatively short notice was flex in itself, showing off what clout he held in the community.

YN wasn’t impressed, per se, felt like it was a bit-show off but nevertheless it was a nice experience that she’d never likely have again after this night.

Victoria gives the hostess their name before they’re being guided towards the back of the restaurant, it lit dimly enough that it would be hard to see the menu.

As they arrive at the table, there’s two meticulous dressed men sit across from one another, both handsome in different ways.

However, one has a big smile and stands up whilst the other stays seated with a scowl that seems permanently etched on his face - light wrinkles to show for it.

The man who stands up reaches for YN’s hand, kissing the back of it, and introducing himself, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve been looking forward to it all week, darling. I’m Mitch.”

“YN,” She replies even though he already knows, allowing the kiss and giving him a polite smile back as he pulls out her chair for her.

Victoria walks around the table, somewhat awkward as her date doesn’t get up or offer to move her chair out, only a curt, “Hello, Victoria. You look nice.”

“Thanks,” Tori blushes easily, YN has to refrain from rolling her eyes at the interaction, she always fell for the rudest, douchey men on Earth.

This doctor was no different as he says back in his chair, shoulders broad, and back straight, head held high as he watches Mitch help YN in her seat.

“Thank you,” YN brushes her fingers against Mitch’s shoulder as he sits down, making eye contact with her date once again.

He had these sincere brown eyes, a shy smile, and his long hair was pulled back into a ponytail as he nods at her.

Mitch wasn’t her type, though she wasn’t picky, and was willing to give anyone a chance - he just wouldn’t be someone she would pick herself.

Maybe that’s a good thing.

“What’s good here?” YN asks Mitch as she opens her menu, it was a small list of entrees, most that YN had only seen on cooking shows or never even heard of.

“I haven’t been here. Styles here is a regular but that’s because he’s the big name ‘round here, well according to London Times - everywhere,” Mitch teases as he glances up at his friend.

Styles doesn’t even lift his lip in a half-smile, his eyes dart to YN before his friend, “The Steelhead Trout is good as is the Filet Migon.”

YN’s eyes trace back over the menu, heart seizing a bit as the numbers next to the entree - realizing that was the price was a bit of shell shock.

She knew that Mitch would pay for her but she felt guilty about ordering something that was well over a hundred and fifty dollars when she would never pay that for dinner herself.

“I think I’ll just get the thai salmon,” YN replies as she glances over, it was the cheapest option, not by much but still.

“There’s peanuts in the sauce,” The doctor tells her as he glances up from his own menu to look at YN.

YN brow furrows at him, lips turning down, and about to say something when he adds, “Victoria informed me that you have a severe peanut allergy and to choose a restaurant that could prepare your food properly.”

YN blinks to process before looking over to Victoria, “Thanks, Tor.”

“I’d rather not see freshman year thanksgiving happen again,” Victoria jokes but there is some real concern there from such a traumatic incident.

YN had accidentally come into contact with some type of nut that sent her into an anaphylactic shock.

They couldn’t find her epipen for a good two minutes until they did and were able to administer her medication until she could make it to the hospital.

Victoria had anxiety about food in their house for ages, paranoid about her own contact with the allergen, and always made sure everyone was aware of YN’s condition.

“I’ll get the filet then,” YN sighs, giving up on picking a cheap option as she closes her menu, and the waiter pours a red wine into her glass.

YN was not in the mood to drink, preferring to sip on her water instead as Victoria and Mitch emptied their first glass quickly.

Victoria’s date sipped more sophisticatedly on his, swirling it like a proper snob before taking a minuscule sip as if he was savoring it.

Mitch seemed very interested in YN, asking multiple questions about her work and personal life, he put an arm around the back of her chair which YN didn’t necessarily mind as they spoke.

From what YN could see, Victoria was not having as much luck with her date as their conversation appeared strained, her friend was doing ninety percent of the talking, and Harry was nodding with an expression of boredom.

After the soup and salads arrive, Mitch and Harry start to chat about something going on with the hospital protocols.

Victoria tries to add in, he doesn’t acknowledge her but Mitch does instead after an uncomfortable pause of silence between them.

YN stays quiet, unable to add anything, and after a moment, Mitch huffs out a laugh, “Enough work talk, we’re excluding YN.”

Harry raises his eyebrow at her, “Need to be the center of attention?”

“Hey,” Mitch frowns, rubbing at YN’s shoulder, “I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I’m sorry if I just-“

“You’re fine,” YN waves her hand dismissively, giving her friend’s date a displeased glance that Harry returns the scowl just like he’d been doing all night.

Victoria is oblivious, as she tends to be, and is much too focused on keeping her date’s attention to worry about anything else.

“What do you do for work?” Harry asks her, randomly cutting off a story that Victoria was telling about a patient that eloped recently.

“I’m a head accountant for a social media marketing company. What about you?” YN returns the question with sickeningly sweet politeness.

She felt like Harry was a pompous prick, taking pride in his rankings, education, and had a better than attitude that YN really felt was unappealing.

To act like she didn’t know shit about him was the perfect way to irritate him apparently.

It works.

The way his teeth clench together as the wrinkle between his brow deepens further, he straightens his suit jacket before leaning forward to appear casual.

“I’m the Chief Medical Officer of The Hospital of Seattle, a neurosurgeon specializing in spinal cord injury as well as stroke and trauma, I own three outpatient medical practices, as well as instruct other neurosurgeons on new techniques and equipment,” Harry boasts, to be fair, it was extremely impressive.

There was no doubt that the man sitting across from her was extremely intelligent, she’s probably never been around anyone as smart as him but it didn’t excuse his attitude.

You can be intelligent and humble at the same time.

Apparently Doctor Styles did not get the memo.

“That’s nice,” YN replies as she takes a very small sip of wine, even though she was impressed, it didn’t reflect in her bored tone.

Harry scoffs, sitting back, and licking the front of his teeth.

His eyebrow was raised as he repeated in disbelief, “That’s nice? Nothing else, huh?”

Victoria’s eyes dart nervously between the two, she grips Harry’s bicep, “I think it’s the most impressive thing I’ve heard. Not to mention the medical journals you wrote for or the volunteer work.”

YN tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, tampering down a smile at getting a reaction out of her friend’s date, just as she had hoped.

“S’really not as impressive when the person needs to flaunt their accomplishments so extravagantly,” YN shrugs as she puts down her wine glass, nonchalant as ever, and acting as if she was being casual.

Tori delivers a kick to her shin underneath the table, along with a scolding look for her to drop the attitude with Harry because it was ruining their date.

YN pulls back because she did feel guilty at getting into it with this doctor who Tori was trying to pull and she wasn’t increasing the chances with the snide comments.

Harry is about to respond, his ringed fingers clenched on the table, and there were tattoos peeking out from the cuffs of his suit that were very undoctorlike, “You know what I think-?”

“Uhm,” Mitch coughs awkwardly to break up the tension that was getting thick and cloying between everyone at the table, “Victoria, where did you get your nursing degree from?”

The conversation breaks off, Victoria and Mitch start chatting as YN and Harry remain pretty much silent throughout the appetizers.

Victoria is forward, trying to touch her date when possible.

A brush of his hand here, a squeeze of his bulky bicep there.

Though Harry doesn’t shrug her off, he also doesn’t return the favor at all.

He is nearly statuesque, unmoving, and able to sit very still for long amounts of time.

Of course, maybe that is overly obvious because of how all over the place her friend was at all times, unable to sit still for more than a few minutes without needing to adjust the way she’s sitting or fiddle with something on the table.

YN wonders if this whole thing was set up for Mitch and Harry just settled for being on a date with Victoria to help his friend out.

The thought hurt her to think about because she wanted better for her friend.

YN enjoyed having a job that paid her well, more than most people her age were making but it didn’t define who she was.

Doctor Styles seemed to be his entire job as his personality.

How boring.

When Harry manages to get the topic back onto a work issue, YN cannot help but let out a yawn that she very half-heartedly tries to cover with her hand because she could only hear so much about a spinal surgery before she’s zoning out.

Victoria is hanging onto his every word, asking questions, and being overly interested in a lackluster story in his monotone, deep voice that could honestly lull her to sleep because of how bleak and morbid he sounded.

However, when she yawns, no one at the table notices but Harry.

His eyes have darted over to her a few times while he’s been talking, almost to gauge her level of interest, and when she yawns, he visibly huffs before continuing - his words a bit more harsh and a flutter of annoyance twisting into his cadence.

YN had neglected her date during this whole time, in full honesty.

Victoria and Mitch seemed to have a great conversation.

When YN talked to Mitch, he was nice enough and easy to have a conversation with but his boss across the table was distracting and apparently felt the need to constantly be the center of attention even though that’s what he called YN out for.

It’s rude, YN knows it is when she excuses herself to the bathroom mid-story, placing her napkin on the table before swinging her purse over her shoulder, and navigating into the dimly-lit restaurant towards the back.

YN goes into one of the many stalls, a larger bathroom, and sits down.

She didn’t have to go to the bathroom but she had just needed a break because…

What the fuck.

What the actual fuck?

YN would be crawling out the bathroom window if Victoria wasn’t with her.

YN hears the door open and she just knows it’s Victoria.

She is definitely going to give YN a piece of her mind for her attitude at the table and she really can’t blame her because she was not being on her best behavior admittedly.

When YN pushes open the stall, already starting her speech, “Tor, I know you’re probably pissed but -”

However, YN stops mid-setence when she sees that it was not Victoria standing across from her.

No, instead it was Harry, leaning back against the sinks with his arms crossed and a scowl worse than anything that he had displayed at the table across his face.

“Already dating again?” He asks unhappily, the slight crack of his deep drawl gives away the jealously laying behind those words, “That’s pretty fuckin’ rich, innit?”

“Don’t you dare,” YN hisses back, defensive and straightening up, “You don’t have any room to talk.”

“I have plenty,” Harry grits out, his gaze unwavering, his hand twitching like he wants to reach out, “You fucked everything up, not me.”

The awful thing is that YN wants him too.

“That’s not true,” YN murmurs softer, trying to keep the feisty edge in her voice but struggling.

The emotions that she was attempting to hold in at the table were much harder to bottle up when they were standing face-to-face like this.

“You like Mitch?” Harry ignores her rebuttal, his knuckles were white where they were gripping the kitchen sink, “Think he’s nice? Boyfriend material?”

“It’s none of your fucking business,” YN snaps back, finding her bravado a bit more.

“Come here,” Harry orders, voice quiet but sharp, demanding, and it sends a chill down her spine.

“Harry-” YN begins to argue but finds herself walking forward, her heart pounding hard enough that it hurts and her hands were shaking as she clung the strap of her purse as a lifeline as her heels clicked against the tile.

“C’mon, dove,” His voice is sweeter, more goading until she’s close enough to touch.

Her lips parted in nerves, excitement, dread.

His hand reaches out to curl around the nape of her neck, fingers lightly pressing into the sides of her throat and though it was gentle, it was possessive - rooted in the jealousy of what was going on tonight with their dates.

Harry brings her towards him by the hold he has on her, until her hands are laid on his chest, and he’s leaning down as he tilts her head up.

He brushes their lips together, once, twice, and on the third time, YN pulls back and takes a few steps away from him.

“You can’t just do that,” YN huffs, grabbing a tissue from the counter and dabbing at the corners of her eyes to prevent the tears from falling and ruining her makeup, “I’m on a date. You’re on a date. It isn’t fair to either of them.”

Harry laughs unhappily, shaking his head as pushes away from the sink, heading towards the door but before he leaves, he bites back, “I don’t think you have room to be talking about fair. You obviously don’t fuckin’ understand the concept of it. Pull yourself together before you come back out.”

YN knows it immature, proves his point but gives him the middle finger before going back to dabbing at her eyes - fuck, she wishes she didn’t cry around him.

She wondered if it was worth sneaking out the window and facing the wrath of her friend later.

ahhhhhhh.

let me know your thoughts. this was difficult to write but im glad it turned out how i wanted it too! what do you predict?

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just-a-jock · 7 months

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Get Digitized

Josh is your typical college kid maybe even a little nerdier. He majored in video game development and is a part of the gaming club at school he really didn’t take part in any social life. He was very average-looking, not too skinny but not too fat. Of course, he has some pudge around him One day while waking to his character design class he noticed a new flyer on the bulletin board

“Love video games? Want to earn cash? Come join our trail of Beta testers”

Josh loved the idea as he continued reading. It did pay pretty well and would provide all accommodations during the duration of the trial. He decides to take the pamphlet and heads to his apartment pondering if he is going to do it or not.

The next day Josh ends up driving to the address. Some big office parks with multiple buildings. “WAG” said the sign out front. He remembered seeing this developer when taking his Indie gaming class last semester. “We Are Gaming” is what the company was called and they specialized in virtual reality games and development. Josh was excited to see what project he would be helping in.

As he walked into the building he went to the front desk.

“Hello I’m here to be a part of the beta testing program,” Josh asked the receptionist

“Hello, please fill out the form on the iPad and one of our specialists will assist you momentarily”

Josh grabbed the iPad and started to fill out the questionnaire. It had all the reasonable questions you might think Until he got to the end

“What the fuck” Josh winced as the questions got more personal. Cock size, sexuality, perceived popularity. Josh decided to answer as he didn’t want to get disqualified and entered the form. Not that long after a man in what seemed like a doctor's uniform comes out from a secure door

“Hello, you must be Josh. My name is Doctor Houston. I’m the head of the VR department. Please follow me” Houston had a very stern voice with a seriousness that he did not want to mess around.

As he started to follow Dr.Houston Josh asked questions “Wow so you have a Ph.D. in gaming or computer science?”

Dr. Houston chuckled before answering “No, I have a MD in Internal medicine. WRG hired me to head the VR department as they want to see the reactions the body takes to long-term virtual reality gaming… and here we are” He finished saying as he opened a room to some sort of laboratory containing a monitor, sleek white gaming equipment and some sport of large computer. On the other side a window looking into what seemed to be a control room

As Josh walks in he hears a door close and lock

“Hey, what’s going on” he screams while banging at the door. After a moment he notices dr Houston walk into the control room across the room and sit down at a desk facing the main room.

Over the speaker “Dear Josh, I will be monitoring your experience from over here. Please strap onto the center platform near the screen so we can start”

Josh felt like this program was more of a medical drug trial and video game testing but decided to continue with what the doctor said anyway. As he walked up to the platform he put his two feet on the conveniently designated spots and looked at the screen as it turned on.

“Welcome player to your new life”

wait new life what did it mean by that. Before Josh could react clamps came out of the ground and attached to his feet holding him in place

“Hey what’s the meaning of this” he screamed

“Please stay calm as we proceed,” the doctor said over the speaker

Large laser pointers came from the side of the computer. “Beginning digitization” the computer screen announced

“Wait what?? What’s happening”

Slowly two beams from the computer started to travel up his body as everything it touched slowly disintegrated

“AHHHHH FUCK IT BURNS STOP IT STOP IT PLEASE” Josh pleated to the computer and the doctor or anyone that would notice

As the computer continued up his body in a burning pain he noticed on the screen a complete 1 to 1 replica of himself….. wait no not a replica that was him…

The computer finally made it up to his head as he pleaded one last time “PLEASE I DON'T WAN…..” He was caught off as his head was completely overwhelmed by the lights

Suddenly Josh regained consciousness but now he is in some white room with nothing around. He then hears a noise

“Customization available……. Character template chooses… JOCK…….. PROCEEDING MODIFICATIONS”

“What is happening stop this” Josh screamed but no one was around to hear him as his clothes completely vanished out of nowhere.

Slowly his body started to change to correspond to the data inside the computer

First Josh's feet grew from his regular size 9s to a huge size 14 which would be making noise anytime he walked anywhere. As the changes traveled upwards his calfs and leg muscles grew. His thighs ended up looking like watermelons and could easily break one if he wanted to between the two.

“Oh fuckkkkkkkkkk” Josh moaned as the changes continued

His cock and balls were next to change as his penis started to pull outwards slowly inching from a 6….7….8…….9……10 and finally ending at a huge size 11 which would make anyone fucked with It limp for days. His ball felt sore as they grew to baseballs filled with cum ready to fill and breed. The last touch to his groin area was the re-growth of his foreskin and ended with a continues leaky cock.

The changes moved to his torso as his abs started to chisel themselves one by one making a road all the way to the growing mountains that were his pecs. His chest looked like it was being inflated and his pecs were the Mount Everest of the range with a pointed nipple which faced downwards due to the muscle growth onto of his pecs.

“Ughh please make it stop…” Josh moaned as the changes continued

Next, his arms grew with his biceps growing to the size of footballs and his hands matching to be able to palm and grab any ball he wanted. The next set of changes started to settle in as hair started to grow across his body. His armpits started to burst out with hairs so thick that even when he put his arms down they would spew from the sizes. Next hair started to travel across his chest and legs thinking and giving him a nice rug that accentuated his already defined muscles. Lastly, but most importantly his bush started to grow more and more from his groin. Anytime of pants or underwear won’t be able to cover the spillage that will be coming over the top of them.

Josh was in a dazed state as the changes started to subside and finish up. He didn’t know how to feel…. Horny? Confused? Scared? Everything seemed so different as he started to hear the voice again.

“MODIFICATIONS COMPLETE….. STANDARD JOCK REGISTERED…… NAME: CHRIS HERNANDEZ… REGISTERED”

Wait that wasn’t his name why would it say that was someone entering all of this

“GAME WILL BEGIN MOMENTARILY… PLEASE HOLD”

Soon everything went black and it felt like Josh fell asleep.

“Oh god…. where am I” Josh woke up in what seemed to be a house much different to his one. It felt almost generated. Against his will, Josh got up from his bed and started to move to the kitchen where his body made a protein-heavy breakfast.

“Omg stop why can’t I control my body what is happening,” Josh thought in his mind completely scared of what was going on. Unbeknownst to him outside the computer his body was being fully controlled by someone on the outside.

After eating the breakfast his body immediately got up and started to walk to a new room filled with gym equipment. “Oh god no,” Josh thought.. His body started to go through an intensive workout against his will.

by the end of it he was completely exhausted with the last bits of energy he had he was able to take control for a moment and scream out

“HELP IM STUCK” . . .

“Um Doctor, there seems to be an issue,” the voice said

“What seems to be the problem?”

“The character said something weird… “Help, Im stuck” in like screaming pattern” he responded

“Ahh that’s strange don’t worry about that. We can fix that in the next patch. Might just be grabbing from some unused text files. Thank you for pointing it out” The doctor replied as he walked away taking notes and smirking

Josh was now completely trapped inside WRG new game “US” a life simulation game where gamers can be anyone their dreams can be. Unluckily for Josh, he was stuck being the complete opposite of his original self. Now is a template of a stereotypical jock for those who are too lazy to create their own characters in the game.

I hope you all enjoy. This was a story swap with @axeegliter. Check out their story and blog!

#biceps #muscle #jock tf #nerdtojock #pecs #jock #hunk

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Though in the effort of balance, I too hate the "STEM uber alles" educational drumbeat not because STEMcels lack the effette wisdom of the liberal arts (obvious bullshit, most liberal arts majors also lack said wisdom and STEM people read books too, education doesn't work that way). I hate it because its just bad advice - low performing STEM majors do worse on the job market than average liberal arts majors, and most "STEM" programs actively weed out students via early feeder courses because many students aren't going to cut it and are better off in different majors. With a few very tiny exceptions college is a great choice regardless of major, if you graduate the large, large majority will do fine. (Not graduating is a serious issue in the US, dramatically so - but I promise you pushing more students into STEM is not going to reduce your fail rates).

To add two caveats, I am down for marginal changes, wanna boost engineers by 5% yeah probably a win, whatever. I don't think that is what most people are saying though - to be specific, the reason you would want 5% more engineers is because they tend to have more spillover effects that aren't captured in their salaries, they don't personally benefit and business majors do pretty much just as well as them, but society might. But that is a bit of an opposite claim than the default one imo.

The second one is that there are big picture "structural" issues that can change these dynamics. Lets take my favorite punching bag of US medicine - in the US education system the "weeding" courses for being a doctor have no connection to the practice of doctoring. The traditional one is organic chemistry, an intensely difficult course involving primarily memorization but also extensive logic applications that burns out huge percentages of the class, and also is a skillset unused by 95%+ of doctors. It virtually never comes up in anything but the most trivial ways, it is only an arbitrary IQ test. The reality of course is that being the median doctor is not that hard (tail end doctoring and certain specialties can get different) the way say programming is. Many more people could be doctors. We just don't let them be doctors in order to ensure doctors can artificially boost their wages via cartelization. So if you changed the laws/practices then suddenly oh yeah we should be pushing more people in the other M of STEM, but until the reforms it makes no sense to do that.

#There are arguments *for* artificially inflating the intelligence of doctors - just not gonna get into them right now is a whole ~thing

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gallifreyinstituteforlearning · 1 month

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I was wondering if you could explain how the Matrix actually... works? Is it more like a Time Lord artificial afterlife, or just a collection of knowledge? Do you ask your dead housekeeper for her cookie recipe, or do you just access it like Google?

Absolutely!

What is the Matrix?

Think about Wikipedia.

Now, imagine if Wikipedia had detailed profile pages of every single member of the human race that had lived since its inception in 2001 (around 7.5~ billion individual, heavily detailed profiles).

Then, imagine each profile page had a little downloadable file that was that person's consciousness.

Next, think about how every person's knowledge gained in their life is spread throughout that Wikipedia on every single subject.

Now, think, 'What if Wikipedia had a plugin that could tell you future events based on all the information it has from all these people's experiences?'

Finally, put all this into a cool little weird video game that uses virtual reality.

If you can imagine that, you're pretty close.

Functions of the Matrix

Knowledge Repository: The Matrix acts as an archive, containing the lived histories and profiles of every Time Lord that's lived, and all the knowledge they gained in their life.

Quick Updates: Living Time Lords are biologically connected to the Matrix, able to access the information at will (except if you've been a bad Time Lord, of course). When they die the Matrix automatically creates their profile page when they die, so their entire life goes to the Time Lord Wiki for the benefit of all.

Simulated Reality: If entered, the environment is a simulated reality where the personalities of deceased Time Lords can continue to exist. This can make it seem like a kind of artificial afterlife where you could potentially interact with past or future incarnations of Time Lords.

Predictive Tool: The Matrix generates prophecies and foresees potential futures, guiding Time Lords in making informed decisions about potential timelines.

Physical and Astral Projection: Time Lords can also use the Matrix to project their images across spacetime or within the confines of a TARDIS, communicating across vast distances or even between different temporal phases. Isn't that handy?

Security and Integrity

Despite its advanced capabilities, the Matrix isn't infallible. It can be tampered with, and its data can be manipulated or stolen, which is considered a helluva crime on Gallifrey. The Matrix also uses various safeguards, like Cloister Wraiths and living fibre optic cables that act like firewalls to protect its most critical data.

Access and Interaction

Access to the Matrix varies; it can be through physical terminals, via direct neural connections, or by using artefacts. Once inside, users can navigate a realm where physical laws are malleable and where their thoughts can shape reality because anything is possible.

In practical terms, if you're deadset on finding that cookie recipe, the Matrix could definitely provide access to that knowledge, either by allowing you to interact with the housekeeper's stored personality or by just retrieving the information like a search engine. Alternatively, you could shirk your holiday in Disneyland and jump right into the Matrix to spend a day being attacked by virtual blancmanges and Victoria sponges until you find what you need.

Hope that helped! 😃

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reasonsforhope · 6 months

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Catherine Borowski has always had an active imagination. As a child, she dreamed that the car park on her north London council estate would be transformed into a garden. The reality was quite different. “No one had a car, so it was empty, grey and depressing,” she says. Now a sculptor and event producer, Borowski has made it her mission to fill unloved urban spaces with flowers – albeit virtual ones.

She and her partner Lee Baker are the founders of Graphic Rewilding, a project to install huge nature-inspired artworks into the urban landscape. “Where real rewilding isn’t possible, our goal is to inject the colour and diversity of nature into rundown spaces, urging people to notice – and find joy in – the world around them,” says Baker.

The pair believe that flowers possess serious powers, even when they’re not real. “We know that spending time in nature is good for us, but studies show that even pictures of plants have a positive effect on the mind,” says Baker. He cites research published in The Journal of Alternative and Complementary Medicine, which found that imagery of plants in hospital waiting rooms can help reduce feelings of stress in patients.

Baker, a painter and music producer, has long understood the benefits of biophilic design. Having suffered a breakdown 10 years ago, he found that drawing flowers was the only way to soothe his buzzy brain. “I would set out to draw dystopian landscapes, representative of my state of mind, but I’d always end up drawing flowers, which uplifted me,” he says.

It was around this time that Baker met Borowski, joining her production company as creative director. The pair have collaborated ever since, launching Graphic Rewilding in 2021. Since then, they’ve installed floral murals at locations including Earl’s Court station, Lewes Castle and Westfield Shopping Centre in Shepherd’s Bush – all hand drawn by Baker. “We love galleries, but we focus on public art,” he says. “This way, our work is out there for everyone to enjoy.”

This year the pair have grand plans to create a series of stained glass pavilions (think greenhouses with colourful floral-themed panels), which they hope might find homes at Kew Gardens and the Eden Project. “The way light shines through the glass is magical,” says Borowski.

Even so, they concede that art is no match for Mother Nature. “Some people have suggested that our project detracts from real rewilding efforts. But both can co-exist,” says Borowski. “Of course we want more green spaces.” adds Baker. “But we aren’t gardeners. We’re artists. In the absence of nature, we want to create inspiring spaces through art.”

Overall, the response has been hugely positive. “The joy that these artworks bring is palpable,” says Baker, highlighting an early project in Crawley, West Sussex. “Many people in the town were employed by Gatwick airport and Covid had taken its toll,” he recalls. In a bid to spread some joy, the duo painted brick walls, billboards, benches and even bins with their signature floral flair. “Peoples’ reactions were heartwarming. There were so many smiling faces,” he says.

Elsewhere, in Earl’s Court, the pair transformed “a ratty piece of tarmac” into a modern-day pleasure garden, which is now often filled with children dancing and doing cartwheels on the way home from school. “Putting art into a place that previously felt unloved feels like cultivating joy where there was none,” reflects Borowski. “If something like this had been installed on my estate when I was a kid, it would have been a dream come true.”

-via Positive.News, November 6, 2023

#art #public art #mural #muralart #street mural #muralpainting #england #rewiliding #solarpunk #evidence based #stained glass #glass art #activist art #good news #hope #positive psychology #london #uk #public housing

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thirsty-lakedream · 1 year

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Third Roomate

I arrive after a long day of classes and this is the first thing I see when I walk into the apartment.

I’m not too surprised. It’s quite normal to see my roommate sitting on the couch and watching one of his shows. What I did not expect is how he looked.

“Hey, Matt…”

The guy glances over but says nothing, instead turning his attention back to the tv. Instead of his normal sci-fi shit he instead is watching a baseball match.

“Matt, yo I’m talking to you.” I try to block the screen with my body but he simply leans over, pointing the remote to the screen.

“In a sec man, I’m trying to watch the game.” I roll my eyes. I doubt he actually knows what’s going on about, just trying to play into his new look. “And stop calling me Matt, you know my name.”

I roll my eyes, “God you are obsessed. You know, when I agreed to buy ‘Gabriel’ with you I thought I’d at least get a turn every so often…”

“Oh come on.” The muscles blonde stood up, towering nearly a foot above me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d feel a bit intimidated. “I’m just having some fun with our new toy before you take him for the rest of the night!”

“Is this fun? Your sitting all alone pretending to be some dumb jock interested in sports. Tell me Gabe, did ‘Matt’ even go to class today?”

He shifted slightly trying to hide away, but with his big frame it was difficult to. “Not exactly… But don’t worry, l attended for him.”

“Dude! Are you serious?” Turning away from the guy, I barged into my roommate’s room, where I found him exactly where I thought I would. He stood in the center wearing a full-body haptic suit and VR headset strapped onto his head. He faced the wall, seemingly staring at nothing. The equipment was rigged to his PC, with the screen showing all sorts of familiar diagnostics and body mapping windows.

“You’ve seriously been using Gabriel all day? Even when you know I called using him tonight! Now his batteries are gonna be dead before I can even use him.” You grab him by the shoulder trying to shake him back to reality.

Matt didn’t turn to me but responded to my accusation “Relax bro. He’s been on the charger since he got home so you don’t have to worry! Look!” From behind me Gabriel walked up, standing attentively.

Both Matt and Gabriel spoke in at the same time in unison. “See? Look I’m Gabriel and I’m ready to go out with my frat bros all night!” Matt performed a mocking jig and Gabriel mimicked the exact movement. He then touched his finger to the temple of his virtual reality goggles and in an instant Gabriel halted all movement.

You see, Gabriel isn’t a real person, he never was actually. He’s what’s known as a techno-puppet. Like how in a video game you can use a controller to manipulate your avatar. It works the same way but instead you control this hyper realistic doll. It wasn’t hard to see why Matt took such a liking to living as him. We spent the last month building this entire life, even forging papers to make him an ‘official’ student in our college. We have people thinking he’s our third roomate, but in reality he’s just a toy for us to experience an exciting college life.

I waited for a moment as he took off the VR equipment and handed it to me. Hiding away into my own room, I excitedly put on the gear. Sitting myself down comfortably on my bed, felt around the headset until I found the power button. Pressing it, the technology in the haptic and goggles whittled to life. After a brief loading time, my vision awoke and I found myself once again standing in Matt’s room. My roomate grinned trying to hide his envy as I was now in control of Gabriel. Maybe ill give him a taste of his own medicine for hogging the beautiful body by taking him for the entire weekend. I know Matt is harboring a secret crush on our puppet so teasing him around the apartment can be a warmup to get into my new persona

#android #puppet #male puppet #male asfr #body possession #technology possession

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anti-trans laws have nothing to do with blacks though, US laws apply to everyone you sound conceited.

i dont really care to argue with you because you are clearly uneducated on this topic and im not debating anything with people that refuse to look at reality, below are some documentaries, books, articles, series, and in depth studies on what i mean when i say virtually every law in america has been shaped by black people and our fight for equity and true liberation, it’s all connected and to think otherwise is just anti intellectual

• black americans and shaping the law : a full time line of all instances of african americans impacting our law ( videos, articles, links to documentaries and studies )

• the black codes, public facilities, jobs, purchases, and social outings impacted by racism ( article )

video on laws as a result of the black codes

• founding of democracy through black liberation ( article and free books, please use your phone reader or ad blocker to avoid paywall )

• connections of transphobia and antiblack racism in relation to white supremacy ( article and studies )

• medical history in america and racism ( article and studies )

another on the origin of medical eugenics

• african sexuality and gender before and after colonialism ( articles and free books )

• black people and the disproportionate rate of human trafficking, history of laws in the sex trade ( article )

another on the socioeconomic implications of human trafficking statistics

• testing dummies in the medical world, how black americans have been used as living subjects without consent and how this reflects in modern medicine ( article )

another on black experimentation

• impact of antiblack racism on american society ( articles, studies, videos and documentaries, all free )

• lawyers did not have to pass “the bar” until black people began studying the law, a history of how hurdles were created to prevent black people from being in our judicial system ( article )

a document detailing “the bars” racist origin

• bias in the judicial system as a result of chattel slavery ( synopsis with link to free book )

• gynecological roots in slavery, how birth control contraceptives and abortion were tested and studied on enslaved black woman ( article )

another historical study, another on abortion

• race and education, the creation of tuition and lottery’s for schools in effort to keep people of color out ( article )

another on stats of segregation in schools, and another directly about tuition practices ( please use your phone reader or phone reader to avoid paywall )

• antiblackness fueling gun violence and mass shootings across the country ( video )

• sexual violence, sexually transmitted disease and misogynoir : an extensive history and study of reproductive health regarding black women ( article and studies )

• the loop hole of the 13th amendment, legal torture, slavery, and abuse all because of race ( documentary )

i hope you change as a person one day and realize we aren’t enemies and you’ve been taught to hate and discredit us by people who would gladly do the same harm onto you ( that they are starting to do now ) that they’ve done to us for the entirety of our existence in america, im not being conceited, im trying to make you understand we are on the same team

#✉️

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komitomi · 1 year

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Fateful Encounter. // Chapter v.

Neteyam x F!reader

prologue || chapter i || chapter ii || chapter iii || chapter iv

nsfw! mdni! ; p in v, mutual masturbating (unfinished),unprotected sex, breeding kink, talks about war, little bit of angst? and also fluff, neteyam recovers, ALL CHARACTERS HAVE BEEN AGED UP TO ADULTS IN THIS SERIES. + not proofread

english is not spoken

wc: 3.8k

A/N: I had to rush this cause it was already in the drafts for a while now, chapter 6 or 7 might be the final chapters of the series I think, depends on how long chapter 6 will be, but anyways please enjoy! also I lost the taglist that I saved so please comment if you wanna be added again <3 // gif credit: ??? I got this off of google idk who made it.

It has been a week, since the war broke out, the information of this had reached earth which finally put the nail in the coffin for RDA, the law firm decided that RDA was found guilty for misconduct, manipulation of truth, false information, and innocent deaths, which led to the termination of their project.

The court didn't just do this because they empathize with the na'vi, but also cause of the false information, lies and deceit the RDA had told humans, leading to billions of money loss, which was a big deal in the declining of the economy back on earth, which also caused a lot of uproar once the truth was revealed.

RDA troops back on Pandora were stuck in an awkward place, they would need orders from the RDA to continue the project but they also had all supplies they needed to not listen to the order and simply have their own way.

Few of them decided to side with SERO, seeing that there is no hope, however most of the others decided that this is their reality now and continued the project because it benefitted them, and since no high command to control them, they could go as far as they want.

Other than another war that was brewing there was nothing significantly different, neteyam woke up from his coma two days ago, you had to explain everything to him, it seemed like he didn't remember anything that happened after your mating with him, he doesn't remember the war, the fight with his brother, him getting shot.

Norm, one of the former RDA people, who rushed over here as soon as he heard about everything had told you that it might be due to the way the entire consciousness thing works in Pandora, Neteyam visited the spirit tree once after mating with you and then after that, the war broke out.

Basically jake had to explain it to you in a simplistic way, telling you that it's like the internet back on earth, you basically upload your memories or download them, when the na'vi pass the memories remain in the eywa, living in her.

Which is why you are able to relive your memories shared together in the spirit tree, basically 'virtual reality on spiritual crack' is what norm ended jake's explanation with which made you chuckle but earned him a light hit from jake on the stomach as it was quite disrespectful.

When neteyam passed away but was revived, he was momentarily with eywa, you wondered if this broke the law of nature which the na'vi people are very particular about but neytiri and ronal's words reassured you that if it wasn't eywa's will then neteyam wouldn't have revived no matter how hard you tried, she basically gave him back to you.

He had all his memories intact besides the ones that happened during war, he didn't really question much when you explained what happened to him, just taking in the information, besides he doesn't really care about it that much either since they were probably bad memories, but he was more thankful that you were still alive.

You were currently tending to neteyam, who still seemed to be recovering, opening up the bandage around his chest to apply medicine and apply bandage over again, the thread was slowly beginning to dissipate into his skin, indicating that he's healing.

“How are you feeling neteyam?” you ask him, caressing his cheek and he takes your hand off and kisses your fingers, “Decent, it still hurts.” he says and you hand him over pain killing medicine, he takes them reluctantly.

“Oh eywa, you sky people have weird medicine.” he says before popping the pill into his mouth and drinking water to aid the pill down his throat. you chuckle at his remark, agreeing with him.

Neteyam puts the pot of water down before he pulls you on to his lap, hugging you, you try your best to not put all your body weight on him as he was still in recovery, what shocks is when he grinds his hips against you, making you slap his thigh.

“Neteyam.” you say sternly but he just looks at you sheepishly before he stops moving and buries his nose into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent, “I missed you.” he says before kissing the spot.

“I literally didn't even leave your side for the past few days.” you say which made him giggle, “yeah, but I still miss you, I want to be inside you.” he mumbles the last part, making your cheeks heat up, “Recover fast then.” you say and pull him away to make eye contact with you.

“Oh, I will.” he says before rubbing your noses together.

“Oh eywa, what the heck did I just walk in on.” you hear a familiar voice and you both snap your head towards that direction, it was none other than kiri, you quickly get off his lap and sit down as kiri walks in, holding food, “I bought food for you guys, but it seems your hunger is for something else.” she says the second part looking directly at her brother, making him avoid her gaze.

“Y/n, come with me for a bit.” she tells you before getting up, and you immediately join her outside as you both make your way towards the sully family pod, you spot a human there and immediately feel bad.

His name was spider, he was apparently quaritch's son, and you didn't know that and ended up killing him. Although his death was appreciated by the suli family, you felt an immense amount of guilt in your heart the moment you found out about everything, you never truly got a chance to apologize to him, maybe you'll do it today.

“Ah, come in.” Jake says immediately as he spots you, you enter inside and see why you were called here, you spotted a few of the SERO troops and former RDA troops there too, they were discussing something.

A lot had happened after the war ended, most people from your organization had left to deal with the actual nest while few of them stayed behind, establishing a science camp at the back of the island, in the forest, which tonowari didn't allow at first because they were still kind of hostile towards the sky people but later came to an agreement when jake negotiated things between them.

They built a average-sized camp with minimal damage to the environment around it as possible, just enough to have their supplies and link units stored, you were planning to bring your human body here after everything was dealt with.

“What's the matter?” you look at him with a questioning expression, kiara, who is now your friend, sighs “we probably need to prepare for another war.” she says to you and you look at her shocked, “I thought RDA was dealt with?” you ask and she nods her head, “Yes, back on earth it has, but the ones here refuse to back down and they've become even more aggressive, some of them decided to join SERO but the rest are still being idiots.” she tells you.

“So what now?” you ask, and kiara starts explaining the plan to you.

They will attack the base in 3 months, which will require you to leave your avatar body here and fight in your human one since it was still at the original camp, or travel back to the forest with your avatar body and then fight, the later seems like a much more safer option, so you decided you were going to do that, jake and neytiri will also accompany you, since they're also very much needed there to fight.

Na'vi don't usually go far away from their clans to prevent clashes against one another, however for this reason its excusable, jake sully suggested taking the help of the omaticaya people who were their former clan, and had excellent warriors.

You make your way towards your pod thinking about the plan when you see neteyam sitting outside, it looks like he was waiting for you and you quickly rush over to him, “What is it?” he asks and you avert his gaze, you didnt know how you were going to break it to him. He will probably refuse but you need to manage to convince him somehow.

This is exactly what you had feared, as soon as you told your plan neteyam got up and rushed over to his parents pod in an angry stance and argued with his dad about how its literally unsafe for you, his dad shouted at him telling him theres no other way than this.

“Father, I usually respect your decision but, no way I'm going to allow this! This will put everyone in danger!” he argued.

“There is no other way son, in order for eternal peace, we must fight this battle, a final war.” jake says shaking his head, “Why isn't there any other way? Why can't the organisation just deal with it on their own?” he contrasts.

“Because SERO is still relatively small, compared to RDA. They lack manpower, in certain areas, attacking the base isn't as easy as attacking barely few troops of RDA's army which was sent here.” he sighs.

After what seemed like a never ending argument between son and father lo'ak stepped in and managed to convince his brother.

Lo'ak had matured lately, after the near death of his brother his mindset changed drastically, its almost like he became a new person, he stopped being so impulsive, standing in between both jake and neteyam.

Neteyam seemed to give up, his eyes shot towards you making your breath hitch as you gave him a look of concern, he averted his eyes from you and put his head down in defeat, before sighing and going back to your shared marui, you followed him there, shooting once apologetic look at jake before leaving.

“This is ridiculous.” he muttered, he was currently laying down on your lap, head on your thighs while you slowly caress his face, “It's the only option.” you tell him, gentle fingers tracing the strips on his face, he looks at before sitting up straight and pulling you into a hug, taking in your scent.

“What if I lose you?” he finally speaks his mind, stroking your hair and you just giggle against him, “You won't, I'm quite the fighter, you should've seen me in battle.” you say pulling away from the hug and jokingly flexing your body.

Neteyam's gaze softens at your lightheartedness, “I'm scared, losing a mate is terrifying, apparently you go insane for a bit.” he says and you nod, “Yeah I should know very well.” you say and he lightly hits your shoulder, “I am not dead.” he says, “Well, you were kind of dead, for like a few seconds, before my troops revived you, never felt anything like that in my life” you look at his and caress his face.

“The gaze you had on your face as the life was leaving your body made my heart drop to my stomach, I just stayed there, not being able to move as my mind slowly registered what had happened, i— i was frozen in fear.” your voice cracks and your breathing gets faster, recalling the events, tears form in your eyes until once again you were pulled into a hug by neteyam.

“I am here now, I have no recollection of what had happened but, I'm sorry.” he says, kissing you on your shoulder, you caress his head gently, “Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault, not like you made the conscious decision to die, it's just— it was traumatic, but I'm glad the great mother had blessed me.” you say and kiss his head.

You both stay like that for a while.

2 months later.

Neteyam had fully healed up, and preparations for the war were going well, and the only thing left to do was finally fight, everything was basically going accordingly and perfectly.

That's what you thought until you went to the tsahìk this morning, what started off as a light sickness turned into constant tiredness, you were constantly feeling nauseous, you decided to ignore it thinking it might be anxiety since the time to strike was coming.

When you arrived, the tsahìk immediately smelled the change in your scent, you sat next to her as she examined your physical state before drawing the needle from her necklace and poking you and licking the blood.

“As I suspected, you are with child.”

As soon as those words left her mouth, you froze up, not having any idea on what you're going to do now, she noticed your state and put a hand on your shoulder, “Don't be stressed, it's bad for the child, it will be okay.” her words snapped you out of whatever trance you were in.

“Thank you tsahìk.” you say, getting up to leave and she nods, you bid her goodbye and make your way towards your home, hands shaking, not knowing how to break this news to neteyam.

Although he accepted the plan, he was still reluctant about it, and you breaking this news to him will completely bring everything back to square one, he will refuse to let you go, and to be fair, you also are having second thoughts about this war, as soon as you found you were pregnant it's almost like the motherly instincts kicked instantly, it's not like you didn't want to have this child, it was just the wrong time.

You almost dropped down onto the floor when you reached your home as your legs were trembling, you noticed neteyam was fanning the fish which was cooking to get rid of the smoke while also simultaneously keeping the fire alive, the air was filled with the smell of the fish cooking, normally this would've been appetizing but you just felt nauseous.

He noticed your presence and gently pulled you down to sit alongside him as he continued what he was doing, you rested your head on his shoulder, watching in silence as many thoughts went through your head.

“What is it love?” he asks before he completely blows out the fire and turns to look at you, and you just shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder, he turns his body to you and pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back gently and rests his face in your neck.

He suddenly pulls back, startling you before his face turns into the look of a scowl, “Who touched you? You smell different.” he grits his teeth, the smell was faint but it was there, mated couples mark each other with their scents as they release their pheromones, also known as "scenting/marking" simply.

You having a different smell on you, which wasn't neteyams pheromones, implies that someone had marked you as their own, which made neteyam angry, his aura became darker as he makes that revelation.

“No one, my love.” you say sighing, which makes neteyam raise a brow, “Why do you smell different then?” he asks and you let out another sigh, gosh you've been sighing a lot lately, you take a deep breathe before looking directly into his eyes.

His brows were now furrowed in a confused expression as he looked at you.

“I'm pregnant.” you say which makes neteyam's eyes widen as his brows raise in surprise, his mouth slightly open, he doesn't know what he expected but it definitely wasn't this, the shocked expression only last few seconds before his agape mouth turns into a happy smile which reaches his eyes and he quickly pulls you in for a hug.

“You're carrying my seed.” he says which makes your eyes widen at the wording before you chuckle and nod in his shoulder, “That's a good thing! We have been blessed, eywa has blessed us.” he says enthusiastically.

Neteyam was excited about it, hell, he pulled away from the hug and rubbed your belly with his fingers, and immediately started to talk about how they should expand this marui pod and have a crib woven to place the babe in, all he could think about how there is a life growing inside of you now, the thought of your belly swelling up and bearing his kid was lowkey making him horny but he was overwhelmed with happiness.

He noticed the lack of your enthusiasm regarding this, and how you swallowed a lump in your throat and fiddled with your fingers, that was when the realisation hit him, and you noticed his face drop.

“Neteyam— what a-about the war.” you finally managed to spill the words you were holding back, you prepared yourself for the worst, thinking about ways to convince him, “on one condition.” he says and you look up at him, surprised. “Let me come with you.” he finishes.

“I cant– what if something happens to you? Again?” you say panicking, “what if something happens to you? the baby?” he throws the same question at you making you go silent.

“I'll talk about this with my dad, do not worry.” he sighs and pulls you onto his lap, you straddle him, legs wrapped around his waist as he showers kisses on your shoulder, his hands lingered near your belly, fingers gently grazing it, there was no bump yet since you were still probably in the early stages.

His hands trail up your body, as he showers kisses down your kiss to your chest, fiddling with your top as he tries to undo it, your arms are wrapped around his neck, your top finally comes undone and falls to the ground with a noise as the seashells hit the floor.

He kisses your breasts, biting them gently but enough to leave his bite marks on there, he changes the position by making you lay down on the group as he gets on top of you, hands going down to your loincloth, he removes it quickly before he leans back and spreads your legs, taking in the sight.

Your pussy was glistening with your juices, wet from his inappropriate touches, you quickly try to close your legs but neteyam keeps them open before he undoes his loincloth and his cock springs out in its full glory.

He slowly pumps himself, his hands going up and down as precum leaks out, the sight of his cock making you even more turned on, your hands quickly move to your cunt, rubbing your clit in circles, neteyam groans at the sight, stroking his dick faster.

“Finger yourself.” he says, although you were a bit embarrassed, you still do what he says, shoving one finger into your hole, your hips immediately jerk against your hands at the contact, you slowly start pumping your finger in and out, moving your hips along with it in rhythmic way.

Neteyam stares at you intently while stroking his cock, the sight in front of him was so beautiful, the way you were biting your lip to suppress moans as you rutted your hips against your own finger, you decide to add one more stretching yourself more making yourself gasp, he almost came at the sight but he controlled himself, not wanting to cum anywhere besides your cunt, he tried matching his strokes with your rhythm.

You were almost near your orgasm when you felt neteyam move and pull your fingers out of your hole, he bought them up to his face and licked them, you looked at him with lust filling your eyes and he licked your finger clean, letting out a satisfied noises as he tasted your juices.

He lined himself against your entrance and tried to insert it into your hole but it slipped past and hit your clit instead making you gasp, he lined himself again properly and slowly entered inside you.

He threw his head back in pleasure and you wrapped your legs around him and pushed him slightly further into you, “F-fuck I wanted this for a while now.” he moaned, it has been a long time since you guys even were intimate like this, last time was when you guys first mated after that war was the only thing on your mind.

“ teyam— the b-bond please.” you moan out, bringing up the queue from behind you and he does the same, you both connect your queues to one another which makes you get hit by an immense amount of pleasure you've never felt before.

You let out a moan due to this feeling and neteyam closes his eyes, groaning as he tries to keep his calm, he's trying his best to not rut into you like a madman, knowing that it can possibly hurt the baby in your womb.

He doesn't know what is making him this feral, or feel these new surge of emotions whenever he thinks about the babe growing in your stomach, the thought of his seed he spilled inside you when you first mated was taken so quickly makes him so proud of himself, and he can't wait until you finally start showing, your tits swelling up with milk, and he can't wait to become a father.

You didn't know if this was a biological and a natural response of the na'vi, you could hear his thoughts and how he's going absolutely insane knowing that you were carrying his child, call it possessiveness maybe, but you can feel how happy and excited he is and to be honest, it was turning you on as well, and he feels it too.

He wastes no time thrusting into you, you lewdly moan when his dick hits your gspot this early, maybe it was all the affect of your guys' precious activity but neteyam only moved a few more times before you came all over his cock and he came inside you.

You thought he would pull out but he didn't, his cock was still rock hard inside you, he started moving again, your legs were thrown over his shoulder as he lifted your hips off the ground, his thrusts had rhythm to it as he pounded into your cunt making your breasts bounce, he grabbed him and fondled with them as he kept his pace stable.

You could feel your orgasm nearing again, arching your back as you try to match his rhythm and move your hips, he was also near his second orgasm, his pace became quick but more sloppy as he was chasing his high, you came again on his cock, clenching around it as your juices spilled down to the floor.

He let out a loud moan as he felt you clench around his cock and came inside of you again, riding his orgasm out slowly as you both were panting for air, he pulled out and laid next to you, pulling you into his arms.

You can feel his cum running down from your cunt and you turned into a more comfortable position and rested your head on his chest, giving him kisses while he strokes your hair gently.

You felt safe in his arms.

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