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whatinthebuck · 18 days ago

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Unspoken truth

Summary: Buck and the reader are best friends who secretly like each other but won’t admit it until one night

Word count: 1546

Author's notes: I haven't written since the beginning of this year so it might be a little awkward at the smut part. And my request are open! Lmk on the things I should work on for my future stories

Taglist: @silas-aeiou —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Buck looked up at all of the windows to all of the different apartments before he took a deep breath and started to walk inside towards yours. He knocked on your apartment door hoping you would answer since it was 2 am. After a minute or so he was about to leave thinking you weren't up before you opened the door.

“Buck? What are you doing here at 2 am?”

“Hey, sorry were you asleep?”

“Yeah I was. I just got home like an hour ago but come inside” you say. Opening the door wider for him to walk inside.

“Okay great” He said as he awkwardly put his hands in his pockets and walks inside/

“Soo I couldn’t sleep” he repeated softley, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah I would be concerned if you did come here to sleep” you joked

He laughs and you laugh along with him as things become silent but in a comforting way. The kind that only exists between close friends.

He leans against the wall in the walkway so you mimic him doing the same but on the opposite wall of him.

As they stood in the dimly lit hallway, the soft hum of the refrigerator was the only thing breaking the silence. He leaned against the wall, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of nervousness and warmth.

She felt her heart racing, wondering if he could hear it.

The moonlight peaking through the curtains in the window at the end of the hall casting a soft glow on both of their faces. She noticed a soft blush on his cheeks and wondered if he had noticed hers.

They had known each other for years, but lately things started to feel like something changed.

This moment felt different, charged with unspoken words and hidden feelings.

He shifted slightly before speaking again.

“Do you ever think about……….. Us?” he asked, his voice hesitant.

“What about us?’

“I don't know like there's something more. Like we're meant to be more than just friends.”

The silence was thick between them as her heart raced at his question. She had always had feelings for Buck but never had the courage to tell him directly. You have always tried to deny your feelings to yourself and everyone else around you, But now under the soft glow of the moonlight, everything seemed different, more intimate.

After what seemed like hours for buck, you answered “Yes.” your voice barely above a whisper. “I do think about us. More than I should. And it’s not in a way best friends should be thinking about each other.”

His eyes widened slightly as he thought about your words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. All this time he had been hiding the same feelings but he assumed you thought of him as a friend and nothing more.

“You…You do?” Buck said softly as a million thoughts raced through his mind.

He pushed away from the wall and slowly walked over to where you were standing, still leaving a little bit of distance just in case he was misreading the conversation.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You look up towards buck

“I was scared that you didn’t feel the same way.” Buck said avoiding eye contact. Instead he distracted himself by running his fingers up and down your arm gently, his eyes following the motion of his hands.

You could sense how nervous he was so you decided to take the lead by grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. While you do that you bring yourself off the wall and close the distance between you two. Buck’s eyes look into yours before he looks at your lips and back to your eyes. He hesitantly leans down towards you, his hand going to your chin to lift your head up so he has more access to your lips. He paused half way there and his eyes were on you waiting for you to make the next move. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down to kiss you.

First the kiss was gentle, saying the things you and buck haven't said. After you guys pulled away to catch your breath. Buck then leans in again and kisses you more desperately than the first kiss. You know what he wants, and you decide you don't want to wait any longer. You tilt your head to the side and kiss him back just as desperately as he was. Buck takes this as a good sign and he moves his arms around you and moves his hands up and down your body over your clothes. As the kiss becomes more eager he picks you up by the back of your thighs and carries you to your bedroom.

Laughing you hold onto him so you won't fall as he walks up the stairs.

“Don't drop me”

“Not a chance” he said with a smirk on his face

Buck sets you down gently on the bed before climbing on top of you and continuing the makeout session you guys had before you guys went upstairs. Your hands went under his shirt dragging your nails up his chest. He got the hint and took the shirt off and went back to hovering over you. Buck kissed you from your lips making his way down to the side of your neck. As buck was doing that you were running your hands everywhere he would let you. Buck pulled back. You got what he was saying with one look so you sat up, taking your shirt off. You reached your hands back to buck’s face and pulled him back down to your lips. Both of you smiled into the kiss.

Buck moved his head to where he previously left purple bruises on your neck, he kissed over them gently knowing they were probably getting sore. He kissed his way down your body.

Starting with your lips, making his way down to your neck, then to your breast. Giving each one the same amount of attention before kissing a path down in between them. Taking his time to kiss your stomach before leaning back to take off the shorts to your pajama set, taking off your underwear with it. He then kissed your hip then he moved his lips to the inside of your thighs. You sat up on your elbows to look at him. Buck made eye contact with you before wrapping his arms around your thighs and going to the place you needed him the most.

When you felt his lips suck at your clit, you leaned back against the pillows not knowing where to put your hands so you were moving your hands from the sheets to the pillow then back down to the sheets under you. Buck stopped and before you could ask him what’s wrong he grabbed your hands and put it in his hair then went back to what he was doing.

“Buck” you whisper breathlessly as your hands pulled his hair slightly, pushing him closer into you. Your breathing quickened as you got closer to your climax. Buck took two fingers and slowly started a steady rhythm.

“It's okay just breathe. Breathe for me.” Buck said in a seductive tone.

Your back arched up as you reached your climax with a moan. Buck climbed back up to your face hovering over you. He was about to speak but before he got a word out you pulled him down to kiss you. While doing that you reached your hand down to his sweatpants and pulled the band towards you which made the band snap back against his skin.

You pulled back “I want these off”

Buck smiled before getting up and taking off his pants along with his underwear before slowly climbing back on the bed. As buck hovered over you again he asked “Are you sure? We don’t have to do more than what we just did, I mean i’m more than okay with just stop here- he started to speak nervously.

You pull him down to kiss him gently before stopping and saying “I'm more sure than i've ever been about anything else.”

Buck chucked before kissing your lips before kissing down to your cheeks and to your neck while he pressed himself to your entrance. You gasped softly as buck slowly entered inch by inch. Once he was settled he groaned and put his head down in between your shoulder and your neck.

“Tell me when you're ready for me to move” Buck said in between kisses on your neck.

“i’m ready”

Buck moved his hips back before slowly bringing them back trying to find a rhythm that both he and you liked.

Your hands went to his back from underneath him, leaving scratch marks on his back. Both of you knew there would be questions about it from your co-workers but they would be dealt with when the time came.

Buck lifted his head from your neck and went to capture your lips with his. Kissing as he still moved in and out of you at a faster pace than before, chasing after both of your highs.

The night was filled with groans and soft moans from the both of you.

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to-mah-to27 · 10 months ago

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Headcanon that Saiki Kusuo collects people with honest intentions.

This might be less of a headcanon and more of just a dissection of the series, but every time Saiki talks about people in general, it's always nihilistic and defeatist.

He doesn't like weddings because of hearing the guest's thoughts and how it directly opposes what they are saying.

He doesn't like Christmas because of how people are always thinking about themselves and what they want rather than about giving and being grateful, which is against the very spirit of the holiday.

Basically, people's thoughts show a darker and more egotistical side of humanity, and overexposure to this has added to the already mountainous problem of Saiki distancing himself from everyone and everything.

Almost every time a new character is introduced, Saiki treats them in this same way, expecting them to be secretly self-absorbed and immoral. But by the end of the short, they prove to be otherwise.

-That's- when Saiki goes all Tsundere and "well I guess I'd rather not owe him a favor or anything" and uses his powers to help them.

Saiki -does- hate Nendou. Until Nendou jumps in to stop him from getting mugged by two other students. Saiki knows he has been nothing but cold and dismissive to this guy, and yet while getting the shit kicked out of him for getting involved, all Nendou does and give him a thumbs up and tell him to run.

Saiki hates Kaidou, too. Sees him as another outcast trying to become friends with him on the principle that they are both alone. Until Kaidou actually jumps in front of the other student to save her from getting attacked by a snake. Kaidou is terrified, yes, and panics and thinks "Why did I do that?" but he still did it. He risked bodily harm and infection to save someone else and -that- is what heroes actually are.

Saiki doesn't necessarily hate Hairo, but he does admit they aren't the type of people who would get along. But then Hairo goes as far as to scrape his knee for Saiki, even if it was to keep him in a game he doesn't really want to play. He recognizes Hairo is someone who sticks to his morals, and he respects that.

Teruhashi took a bit longer, especially because at first she really was the type of person who says something the opposite of what they think. Their relationship is a little more complicated, I think and I've already talked about it before, but I do think that it was when she committed so hard to her appearance that she was willing to eat that "ramen" from the place Nendou showed them. Actions speak much louder than words, as Saiki as a character is a very good example of. At a certain point, is it really a facade if she is willing to go that far?

Basically, Saiki has a soft spot for people who are honest and true.

He can't force himself to really truly push them away like he could do if he really wanted to. Because that's so rare in the world to find a person like that, at least for him, and so it is very difficult to force them out of his life when he knows they are only trying to help.

At least that's how it starts.

I can do another post about the rest of the characters if y'all want

#haha another mountain of a post from tomahto yall know me #saiki k #kusuo saiki #nendou riki #shun kaidou #hairo kineshi #teruhashi kokomi #friendship

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mntalbrakdown · 1 year ago

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thinkin' bout you - H. Callahan

masterlist!

mentons of: smut, MDNI, makeouts, cussing, closeted, cheating, thigh riding, oral (r! receiving) exhibitionism, slight nudes sending idk,,,?

synopsis: you were dating a football player, but also sneaking around with Hazel

wc: 3.7k

gif by @taiturner

friday night lights, a total shit show. the girls on the cheer team didn't know how to follow the choreography of the cheers and they just do whatever they want. almost like everyone else. you on the other hand just gave up and stand there smacking your pom poms together and muttering the chants.

"are you excited about today" Isabel asks you with Josie's arm wrapped around her

"yeah" you say with a weak smile.

your boyfriend, Brody or whatever his name is, you really didnt care about him, was sitting right next to you. he was in football in whatever position, you never kept up with him. you just dated him because Brittany and Isabel wanted you to.

"hey babe want to go to get food before then game" your boyfriend asks twirling a strand of your hair in between his fingers

"i would love to, but um I have plans" you say looking directly at Hazel. she was playing around with the schools pasta, scared of the bad food. she had on her brown sweater with green pants and her red doc martens paired with her silver chain that always made you go feral

in all honesty, you have been secretly hooking up with Hazel, for the past few months. you hated it because you truly did like Hazel. yet you felt that you had to hide that side of yourself. but you decided by the end of this week you would break up with Brody.

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when the bell rang signifying lunch was over you got up from the table that contained all your friends or as your boyfriend called them the loser lesbians. you waved at them goodbye and stared long on Hazel. Brody wrapped his arm around your shoulder that was wearing his letterman jacket, with your oversized black pants and a white simple baby tee. as you walked down the halls you met eyes with Hazel, you smiled at her while she rolled her eyes

it was all in slow motion. she looked mad, but she never told you anything or showed any annoyance all week. you were confused, what did you do? you just saw her be happy. now you were worried. who was she walking with? it was a pretty girl who was giggling and all over Hazel, why were you so... so annoyed? you knew you had no place in doing so

"i think im going to walk to class alone" you say looking up to your boyfriend

"what why" he says stopping in the middle of his tracks

"feeling sick, dont want to get you sick when the game is in four hours you say walking away while you put your headphones on. you needed to escape this place and start letting yourself relax

you walked past everyone down the halls, you usually are so chipper and say hi to your mutuals but today you felt like putting on a hoodie and hiding. people could tell something was up, this wasn't like you. even when you get into an argument with Brody you could practically jump off the walls. this time you felt a stream of tears go down your face. you got yourself together from your five-second slump because crying in front of people is so…yuck!

so you walked into Mr. G's class head held high and when you reached your desk next to Hazel you slumped down like usual.

"so how is Brody" Hazel asks nonchalantly to you as everyone waited for the bell to ring

"he's good, were good" you say looking directly at Hazel trying to see if she was playing a game with you

"cool because I might start seeing this girl, she's available and likes me" Hazel could basically hear the breaks and cracks of your teeth by how tense you were

"I'm happy for you haze, hope she treats you right," you say as calmly as possible

"so...you're ok with it" she asks, but lets be honest she cannot take hints nor sarcasm

"yeah" you say nodding and taking out your notebook from your backpack

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after class ended and you kept passing looks at Hazel with the ends of your mouth turned downwards.you couldn't actually believe it, but you couldn't hold a grudge. you got up quickly packing all your stuff and getting ready to leave school since that was your last class. you had plans on hanging out with Hazel, but those plans quickly crumbled to the ground

you practically ran out of there not wanting to be held up. Josie and Pj snickering about how you've been acting weirder after lunch. you could hear fast footsteps come closer to you until they finally reached you.

"wait up" they pull your arm to meet your face

"hey!" you exclaim, you just wanted to make it to your car

"what's wrong" Hazel says guiding your face to her, her eyebrows knitting togetehr when she sees you look upset

"nothing it's stupid" Hazel quickly shook her head, how could she be so tender when you're such a brat

"is it about me and her” Hazel asks seeing how your demeanor changed in a heartbeat just thinking about the other girl

“no” you say but she knew you were lying by the way you looked down

“was i just supposed to wait for you to break up with your stupid boyfriend” Hazel slightly raises her voice

“no, but i told you i was going to break up with him by the end of the week” you say pressing your lips together in anger

“than do it, i’ve been all over you for the past few months, and it certainly didnt look like you were, i mean the jacket?” Hazel clenches her jaw trying her best not to get her anger to overflow

“can we please leave” you whisper, you could feel people stare and overhear you in the crowded halls

which Hazel obliges and grabs your hand to lead you to her parked car. she had a Tesla, I mean she was rich what did you expect. she claimed her mom passed it down to her when her mom got a Mercedes as if it’s something everyone does.

she opened the door for you to get in the passenger seat. when you were fully seats and deep breathing to calm yourself down you hear Hazel open the driver door and sit down

“i’m sorry, it’s not fair” you say looking at how Hazels pupils dilated to how soft you became

“it’s ok, i just, want you” Hazel says smiling showing her pearly whites

“ok alpha male” you joke causing the tension to rise and disappear

you caught eyes with Hazel when you finally stopped laughing. and whatever energy you once had converted to lust. you stopped moving and slowly leaned into Hazel to kiss. the kiss was deep and passionate. Hazel slowly pulled your hair to get you to moan so she could slip her tongue. the fight for dominance was strong. so much so that when you pulled away to catch your breath a string of saliva stretched from both of your mouths.

“god i missed this” Hazel said cupping your cheek with her left hand, to be frank it was only a week since your last hookup but time it time and you yearned for her

“i missed you” you say going to quickly kiss hazel as she went over the center console to your seat

she made your seat go all the way back and reclined it so you were laying down as she was in between your legs. she was so eager to take your pants off when you try to push her away

“woah, we’re still at school we can’t do this” you say seeing all the kids walk to their car

“relax my windows are tinted, like illegally, you can’t see in” she says as she shimmied your pants off seeing how you easily relaxed

“Haze” you say as she threw your pants to the back seat

“yeah pretty” she asks looking at you with lustful eyes

“yeah? going to make you scream so loud that your voice goes raspy for a few days” Hazel says quickly kissing the top of your forehead as she goes to kneel back down to your core

“nothing, just missed this” you say as she quickly came up to kiss you

she does back down to your thong covered core that was already soaked. “this for me” she says making you lightly slap her face in embarrassment “it’s hot” she praises

she continued to play and tease you. she slightly moved your panties to the side to just take a quick peak. she than quickly slid the thin cloth down your legs and tucked it in her pants

“Haze you can’t keep those” you say reaching down to try to snatch them back

“i’ll give them back when you break up with him” she says with a bitterful mouth

she than goes to lick a strip of your core. making you arch your back from the seat. than she went in a swing time, sucking for longer and playing with your clit with her tongue.

“Fuck Haze just like that” you squirm in your seat

she continued her attack. kissing and sucking your cunt with her mouth. she was practically making out with it. from time to time she would look up from between your legs and see your scrunched up face and hands pulling her hair.

“god you look beautiful like this” she says moving from your core to the inner thigh and lightly biting it

“haze, god you’re so good” you praise her because of how good she’s making you feel

her calloused hands always feel so nice on you. you love the contrast between your soft skin and her rough. partly because you knew she had ragged skin because of the fight club that made you two meet.

Hazel runs her large hands along your thighs as she pulls away from you to kiss the inside of your thighs leaving love marks to mark you as hers.

“You always look so pretty.” She gives you a lopsided smile, giving you a boost of confidence so you could reach your climax

Hazel's big blue eyes glimmer and sparkle in the dim light, showcasing adoration and lust. She always wonders how you’re so fucking perfect. How she found the most beautiful person to walk this planet. She honestly questions how she even managed to pull you, let alone keep you. aside from having to share with Brody. She takes her bottom lip into her teeth, her eyes wondering over your body.

You both share intense eye contact, Hazel staring at you intently as she feels the need to press a kiss to your soft, full lips. You widely smile at her before leaning in, as she does the same. However, you slightly turn your head to the right forcing her to kiss your cheek instead, which makes you giggle at your childish antics.

You pull back only to see a frustrated Hazel, seeing her eyes darken. She shakes her head as she speaks, “you think you’re so fuckin’ funny, huh?” She questions, first Brody, now this?

You nod your head several times, finding it all amusing before bringing your hand up to her face to push a loose strand of dark brunette hair behind her ear.

She pulls you closer to her, her lips barely brushing against yours before she starts dragging them over your cheek, moving towards your ear.

She presses a soft kiss onto your jaw, slowly lining more closer to your chin before she moves to the other side of your face, taking her sweet time with you.

Hazel then removes her hand, cupping your jaw, moving her lips down to your neck. As she presses butterfly kisses onto your skin. She manages to suck on you harder in certain areas causing delicate moans to slip past your lips.

Hazel loves marking you up, she enjoys the thought of everyone knowing you’re hers and only hers. She thrives on the idea of everyone knowing her lips are the ones running along your skin, claiming you and taking you as hers to keep. But for a while you didn't allow her because of the relationship. Something about her just made you melt and not even care.

You can feel your cunt getting damper with the arousal that drips from your pussy the more Hazl sucks into your skin. You just barely grind your hips into hers which ends up getting you a groan of approval from her.

“You like denying my kisses?” She questions, placing one last kiss on you before pulling back, desire and lust looming in her eyes.

This time, you shake your head, “no, ‘m sorry.” You mumble, letting a soft cry out as Hazel fingers dig into one of your hips, surely leaving bruises in their wake.

The one hand that she is using to cup your jaw pulls your chin down towards her, her lips hovering over yours. “Sorry, hm?” Her soft puffs brush along your top lip as she looks into your eyes, tension consuming the entirety of the car.

She guides your face with her large hand seconds later, pulling you in so her plump lips meet yours. The kiss starts off softer, both of your mouths moving in sync as they perfectly mold together. Hazel's tongue quickly swipes over your bottom lip, asking permission for entrance as she always does.

You immediately grant her access as you open your mouth more, her pink muscle easily slipping through to meet yours. The kiss begins to pick up as your tongues swirl together in harmony, Hazel completely dominating the kiss.

Your hands find their way around to the back of her head, your fingers threading her thick hair through them as you slightly tug on it.

Hazel slightly moans into the kiss as she bucks her hips up into you. Her simple action bumps into your open swollen pussy, which sends a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You pull back to speak, “please.” You mutter, before pushing your lips back against Hazel.

The kiss has now done a complete 180, it slowly dwindling, falling apart as it becomes more messy and sloppy. You find it hard to keep up with the movement the more you grind yourself on Hazel.

“What do you want?” Hazel questions, mumbling into this kiss. As she does so, her hands find the inside of your thighs

You whine in desperation, but also annoyance because you know she already knows what you want. She litters multiple kisses along your cheek and jaw as she waits for you to speak.

“Be a big girl and use your words.” She demands, using her hands to tug at the hem of your shirt, asking if she’s allowed to take it off.

You immediately nod, not wasting any time as you help her pull the thin material off of yourself.

As soon as the shirt falls to the ground beside your pants your nipples harden at the cool air brushing past you, sending shivers down your spine. Hazel's eyes find your bare chest, her eyes raking your entire body up and down. Fuck, how she loves your body and everything about it. the freckles and moles that are now exposed and the soon-to-be bruises sprinkled on like salt and pepper.

A small smirk is brought to her lips as she leans forward a bit, “fuckin’ perfect.” Her pupils seem to be further dilated, her beautiful blue eyes casted over by lust.

Her needy hands grab at your tits before she takes one of your nipples in between her lips. She sucks on you softly, emitting a moan from your mouth as you throw your head back in pleasure. She grazes her teeth against you, pulling at you a bit, letting you go with a ‘pop’ before moving to the other.

Her fingers circle her salvia around your nipple, rolling it in between her fingers as she licks and sucks at the other, her hand gently massaging the tit her mouth is focusing on. The need that Hazel has to make you feel good takes over her entire brain, it’s all she can think about day in and day out. The idea of seeing you a breathless and moaning mess due to the reasons of her hands leaves her enthused, hungry for more.

This time she bites into you a bit harsher before pulling back, “answer me.” Her eyes peering up at you through her long, thick eyelashes.

“I want you” You whisper, your cheeks warm as you feel empowered under her burning gaze.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You nod eagerly, dragging your fingertips over her shoulders, then next her collarbones.

“I want you to use me, ride my thigh, and cum all over me.” She whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth before she leans back.

You bite into your bottom lip, trying to conceal the smile that threatens to take over your face. You begin to move to be on top of Hazel's clothed thigh, gently rocking your hips on top of her thigh, your clit feeling pressure from Hazel's muscled leg.

She pushes herself further into the chair you both are sitting on, man spreading as she props her elbows up on the sides of the car, watching you intently.

Hazel looks at you as if you’re the best thing to roam these lands, like you were an angel brought down to earth, carved and chiseled from the gods above. She worships the fucking ground you walk on like nobody else. She’s obsessed with you, even more so when she has this pretty little sight in front of her. She's practically drooling over you, and you're still focused on that bonehead who wouldn't even make you moan half the time compared to her.

With her low, hooded eyes staring at you, you feel a bit nervous but you also feel confident and content. You always feel comfortable around Hazel, there’s never a time you haven’t. Not even thinking about the possibility of people seeing you at this instance.

You try to suppress your moans as you slowly pick up your pace, bending over a bit to grab onto Hazel's broad shoulders in order to keep your balance.

Hazel brings one of her hands to your thighs before sliding it closer to your ass. She first gropes at your soft skin, then harshly leaves a slap causing you to yelp out. Feeling the cold metal of her silver-adorned hand.

You both let out a moan, “fuck, angel, you’re soaking.” She states, her eyes watching the way your hot, wet cunt runs so smoothly along her thigh.

“Feels s’good.” You vocalize, your hands moving up to your tits as you play with them in front of her, sensually moving your hips back in forth in a way that makes Hazel go feral.

She shakes her head with a smirk, “my pretty girl putting on a little show for me?” She questions, trying her best to keep her hands to herself, although she’s finding it almost impossible as she continues to yearn for the feeling of your skin under hers.

Hazel's eyes continuously fluctuate in between your own, your tits, and your pussy using her to get off. Her own arousal beginning to dampen her boxers. Just watching you could cause Hazel to completely fall apart.

After a while of her letting you do your thing, allowing yourself to build up an orgasm, that fiery feeling burning deep in the pit of your stomach, just on the brink of falling over, you find yourself losing your pace.

“F-Fuck, Hazel. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, desperately chasing after your orgasm as you use Hazel for your own personal high.

“Yeah, baby? Gonna make a mess all over me?” She tilts her head, running her tongue along her cheek as she watches you begin to experience your orgasm, you simply nodding your head in response. "Fuck I bet Brody doesn't make you scream this loud"

Hazel moves one of her hands, pressing a thumb closer to the top of your clit for more stimulation. You let out a loud moan, searching your brain for words to help you process the pleasure radiating through your body.

“You like that?” She questions, already knowing the answer, cockiness swarming her attitude.

You can only let out a string of whines and whimpers, any words only coming out as a stammer. You slowly fall apart in front of her, your body getting weaker the faster she moves her finger against you.

“Listen to yourself whimper.” Hazel grins, “its fucking pathetic.” The blue eyed girl whispers, although she knows you could do anything to her and she’d melt in your hands.

“P-Please.” You meekly whine, continuing to move your hips back and forth on top of her. slowly leaning your exposed chest to your clothed one.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me.” Her soft voice guides you, finally pushing you over as your orgasm crashes into you.

It takes over every one of your senses and washes over you like a tsunami, crashing into you hard. Your vision turns white as your body spasms on top of Hazel, your cum rolling down her thigh as you make a complete mess on her.

“Fuck, sweet girl.” She groans, finally pulling her hand back as she stares at your arousal coating her thigh.

You let out breath, your body relaxing into hers, a layer of sweat sticking to your skin. You look down yourself, feeling a bit embarrassed as the orgasm fades away.

Hazel can sense that as she lifts your chin, forcing you to look at her, a reassuring look lingering in her eyes. She never wants you to be ashamed, she wants you to feel good. Always.

"that was hot" you say tucking your bottom lip between your top lip. Hazel eagerly grabs your phone to take a picture of the two of you fucked out, your bare shoulders exposed, and your messy tangled hair. quickly sending it to Brody

"Whoops my finger slipped," Hazel says earning a punch and a giggle from you

you quickly get a message from PJ and Josie of a picture of Hazel's car from the outside showing the steamy windows, paired with a message woah hazel gets action?

which made Hazel laugh and take a picture of the car from the inside of you and her kissing accompanied with her action ;p which made the phone actually overheat by the mass amount of messages from both parties. at one point you could hear the screams and jumps from outside the car

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Hazel Callahan x reader (pretty sure if i don't add that it won't pop up on the tag :c)

taglist: @shaddyluvs @why-cant-we-all-get-along

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obsidianpen · 4 months ago

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Makes large, pleading eyes at the unpublished Harry/Hermione/Voldemort oneshot.

...would it be possible to get a snippet of this? Only if you're comfortable, of course! The premise had me hooked

Hermione had just taken the first sip of her tea, feeling the tension in her shoulders finally ease a bit, when she noticed it.

Harry was tapping his leg with his finger.

It shouldn’t have meant anything. He was just sitting on the ground, crossed-legged, re-reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard for perhaps the fiftieth time, one arm propping up his head while the other rested on his thigh…

Tapping.

It was an entirely innocuous gesture, except that it wasn’t.

Hermione knew Harry. She knew his every mannerism, his every nervous tick, his every tell. She knew that when he was anxious, he ran his hand through his hair like he was trying in vain to flatten it. When he was secretly afraid but acting brave despite it, he would jut his chin out and clench his jaw so tightly his muscles visibly tensed. In their fifth year, he developed the habit of clenching his hand when he was mad, making the words etched into his skin stand out: I must not tell lies.

He didn’t tap. Ever.

Right hand, middle finger.

Last night’s dream flashed before her, its toxic bright colors making her feel feverish and dizzy. Tom Riddle, sitting so casually, so indolently in the landscape of her own subconscious, a parasite in her mind. Tom Riddle, looking so young and handsome, but with a razor sharp smile that did nothing to conceal the monster within, because it was no secret to either of them, what he was. Tom Riddle and his dark eyes and darker voice, dangerously soft.

You have no idea what I’m doing to Harry.

Tom Riddle, Voldemort, staring right at her with those pitiless black eyes… tapping.

Right hand, middle finger.

Hermione watched the movement coming from Harry as though she was watching some kind of timer, a detonator that was counting down, slowly. Harry was a bomb that might explode at any moment.

Hermione set her tea down. She took a deep breath, then forced herself to speak in a calm voice.

“Harry,” she said. He looked up, but otherwise didn’t move. Tap, tap, tap. “Can I see the locket?”

Harry arched one brow at her, then gave her a weak smile and shook his head. “No way. You had it all night. I’ve barely started my shift.”

“It’s okay,” Hermione said, and she could hear the nervousness creeping into her voice. Tap, tap, tap. “I feel really good today, and I think—I could pull a double. Give you a bit of a break.”

She laughed, and damn it all of it didn’t sound painfully fake.

Harry noticed. “It’s okay, ‘Mione,” he said slowly. “I’m fine. Really.”

Tap, tap, tap.

Oh, bollcks. Hermione cleared her throat and tried again. “I would really appreciate it if I could see it,” she said. “I'd rather wear it when I’m feeling up for it and take a break later, you know?”

Harry’s eyes narrowed in a way that Harry’s eyes rarely did. “If you can’t handle it later, I’ll just keep it on then too,” he said. “It’s okay. I don’t want you to feel like you need to add more to your plate now, just because… because we don’t have… Now that it’s just the two of us. I’m fine. It’s fine.”

He looked away from her, returning his focus to the book with a bitter expression on his face—a clear signal that, for him, this conversation was over.

His finger never stopped tapping.

Hermione decided to throw all caution to the wind and be direct. She had to get that locked off of him, and she had to do it now.

“Harry,” Hermione said firmly. She walked over to him, hovering directly in front of where he sat, and extended her arm. “Give me the locket.”

Harry looked up, his eyes widening in shock at her sudden frostiness.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Hermione, I just said—”

“Give me the locket!”

Hermione whipped out her wand, panic seizing her. She didn’t yet point it at him, but she was prepared to. “Give it to me, now!” she shouted.

Harry jumped to his feet and took a few hasty steps away from her, sending the book flying across the room as he did. “Hermione!” he yelled. “What has gotten into you?”

“Give me the locket!” Hermione demanded again. “Now, Harry! Don’t make me hex you!”

She jutted her wand at him, making sparks crackle in the air. Harry’s focus went from the tip of her wand to her face and back again, he had both hands raised defensively, and—and Hermione swore she saw something flickering there, in his eyes, something burning with rage, something red—

But then Harry was pulling the locket off from around his neck. “Sheesh! Okay, okay!”

He offered her the heavy golden chain, which Hermione snatched up at once. Harry then backed further away from her like he was afraid she might hex him anyway.

Not that she could blame him. Hermione was certain that she’d sounded like a crazy person with how she’d snapped for seemingly no reason.

Hermione pocketed her wand. “Thank you,” she said curtly. “I… I’ll be outside. I need some air, and…”

She didn’t bother finishing her sentence. Harry only nodded, keeping a safe distance from her as she marched out of the tent.

Begrudgingly, Hermione put the locket on once she was out, far away from the tent's entrance. It filled her with a familiar, immediate sense of dread. Wearing that locket was horrible, but she’d had to get it off Harry, she’d had to. She shouldn’t ever give it back to him. Hermione lifted it up, examining the glittering emeralds that housed a sliver of the world's most deranged soul.

The real question was, of course, how long could she keep it on herself, in an attempt to keep it off of Harry? Considering what it did to her when she wore it… especially when she was asleep.

You have no idea what I’m doing to Harry, he’d said. But if you don’t get out while you still can… you just might find out.

#Harry Potter/hermione granger/tom riddle #Snippet #Emerald slivers #is the working title but who knows if I’ll ever finish this

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noforkingclue · 4 months ago

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Hi! Could you write a first kiss with Twelve ? Cute and fluffy. I love your work!!!

Note: requests are currently closed

Aww, thank you so much anon! I hope you like the fic :)

Title: Kisses

You laughed as you and the Doctor burst through the TARDIS doors. You slumped against the wood as the Doctor ran around the TARDIS console. Seeing him run like this, with that much excitement, made you forget just how old he really was. How small you humans must seem to him.

“There,” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, “we’re safe.”

“You sure about that Doc?”

“Have I ever lied to you before?” the Doctor made his way over to you, “and what have I said about calling me ‘Doc’?”

“You know you love it really.”

He stopped directly in front of you and looked down at you. He raised his eyebrows at you and you held out your hand.

“Are you serious?” he asked

“Yes.”

“What,” he leant down slightly, “are you incapable of lifting yourself off the floor.”

“I’m asking for help,” you said, “I thought you liked helping people.”

The Doctor gave you a pointed look before shaking his head.

“I do,” he said, “but you are fully capable of doing this yourself.”

“But Doc-”

“Don’t whine,” he said sternly, “and don’t pout.”

“I’m not pouting.”

“Yes you are.”

Of course the Doctor couldn’t tell you the real reason he wouldn’t (or couldn’t) help you. To touch you, to pull you up and inevitably against him, to have you so close to him. Well, he might do something regrettable. You smiled up at him and wiggled your fingers. Damn it, maybe this time-

You let out a yelp as the TARDIS doors were flung open. You fell backwards and looked up into the confused face of Nardole. Damn it again. The Doctor hadn’t even realised you had landed. Nardole glanced between you and the Doctor before saying in amusement,

“I didn’t interrupt anything did I?”

“No,” you said, pushing yourself to your knees, “No. Just the Doctor refusing to help.”

“Refusing to help. Now that is surprising.”

You shrugged and finally got to your feet and left the TARDIS. Nardole walked further into the TARDIS as the Doctor rested against the TARDIS.

“Shut up.” the Doctor said

“I wasn’t going to say anything, sir.”

“You were. You had that annoying look on your face.”

“It’s just my face, sir.”

“Exactly.”

Nardole watched for a second longer as the Doctor continued to fuss about the console.

“I bet you want the human to call you sir.”

“What did I tell you about shutting up.”

It had been almost a week until he saw you again. Bill said that you had some coursework due and needed to concentrate. Secretly the Doctor was relieved. He still had the image of you on your knees in front of him and he didn’t want to face you while he still thought of you like that.

You deserved better.

“Anyone home?”

You knocked on the TARDIS door but she let you in anyway. The Doctor glared at the machine but she just twinkled her lights back at him. Even she was betraying him.

“So,” you said slowly as you walked towards him, “sorry I haven’t been around. I had-”

“Coursework,” the Doctor interrupted, “Bill told him.” he added quickly

“Yes,” you shut the door behind you, “I did ask her to pass on the message but you know what she’s like.”

An unusually awkward silence fell between the two. Even in the limitless space of the TARDIS the Doctor suddenly felt claustrophobic.

“So,” you said again, “about last week.”

“Last week?”

You were by his side now. The Doctor could practically feel your body heat and the smell of your perfume was dominating his senses. You nudged him playfully and he finally looked down at you. You smiled up at him and opened your mouth but the Doctor was quicker.

In a flash he was cupping your face and had pressed his lips against yours. You let out a squeak of surprise, a sound which was muffled by his lips. You put your hands on his shoulders and for a moment the Doctor thought you were going to push him away. However, your hands curled against his jacket and pulled him towards you. You broke the kiss far too soon for his liking but the Doctor also knew that humans had a greater need for air.

“Well,” you said, licking your lips, “that took far too long. I didn’t think I was exactly being subtle last week.”

“Subtle?” it hit the Doctor, “you were… flirting with me?”

“Bill’s idea,” you rested your head against his chest, “but I’m not exactly the most flirtatious person in the world.”

“Now then, I definitely think I’m interrupting something.”

You and the Doctor looked over at Nardole. He glanced between you and slowly backed out of the TARDIS.

“I’ll leave you to your,” he waved a hand, “thing.”

“How long before he’ll tell Bill?” you muttered as he left

“Almost immediately.” replied the Doctor

“And no chance of us telling her before him?”

“No chance.”

“That’s what I thought.”

#fanfiction #doctor who #reader insert #request #the doctor #twelfth doctor #the doctor x reader #twelfth doctor x reader

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nightlight-stardust-and-rain · 9 months ago

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SW fanfic idea:

During the war, the Coruscant Guard kind of adopts a street kid, because clearly they don't have any guardian worthy of the name and end up in their custody way too often.

It just so happens that the kid's name is Alexsandr Kallus.

Snippets :

(sadly this doesn't change anything when order 66 rolls in)

Kallus' facial hair in this au is actually a nod to the clones' tendency to have distinct facial hair.

The Guards used to call him Sasha or Sash'ika. (he was pretty small back then)

He began to drink caff because it reminded him of Commander Fox. Even now the smell is a comfort. The first time he drank it he had a flashback to one of the numerous times he helped one of the medics, Cerise, with hiding Fox's caff because the man needed sleep post-haste.

Due to spending quite a bit of time with the aforementioned medic, Kallus actually has some competence in the domain.

When he becomes ISB and gets armor he paints the inside of it with Corrie-red designs. Several of the designs come directly from the clones he was closest to.

When he was a kid, Kallus wanted to join the Coruscant Guard and used to excitedly tell the clones about the way he would paint his armor when he would get it. Said clones were pretty touched and usually refrained from telling him they had no idea if a non-clone was even allowed to join the Guard.

When dressed as a civilian, Kallus leans (both unconsciously and on purpose) towards clothes a distinct shade of red.

When he joins the rebellion, he's actually pretty uneasy around Rex. He reminds Kallus of what happened to his family and the way they lost their free will after order 66. So he avoids Rex for a while until the Ghost crew confronts him about it.

After the truth comes out, Rex slowly begins to think about Kallus as a nephew.

At some points Rex finds a blank set of clone armor and gives it to Kallus, who paints it Corrie-red and wears it diligently. Zeb is just happy his trouble-prone friend finally has some protection.

Clones are an especially sensitive point for Kallus and he often tries to find and de-chip surviving clones while working for Intel. Before he joined the rebels he used to try to put clones in safe posts on peaceful planets, possibly even planets where a surgeon might perform brain surgery if paid enough. After he joins he actively tries to bring clones back to base and de-chip them. Rex is very happy to help. It's their own mission within the missions.

One of the clones Rex and Kallus manage to save end up being one of the captains of the Guard. She and Kallus were pretty close, and there's an emotional reunion involved once she wakes up from surgery.

(there is also a shovel talk involved once she realizes how Zeb looks at their Sasha)

(Captain Amaranth decides to stay with the Rebellion if only to make sure Kallus is safe. She is unfit for active duty due to rather severe PTSD and decides to become one of the base's cooks. She is much more successful at getting Kallus to eat regularly than anyone else)

(she also loves to tell stories about Kallus as a kid. One of her favorites is how he painted flowers on her pauldron when she asked him to help her with the new paint. Kallus later gives her a pauldron with much better drawn flowers)

(everyone has called her mom at some point, but none more so than Kallus. Some recruits actually believe she's Kallus' actual mom)

Rex and Kallus bonding by quietly re-painting their armor together.

Kallus getting to tell stories about his family to the Ghost crew and other friends! He hasn't been able to talk about the clones who mostly raised him since..... Well since he lost them, essentially. So this is good!

He got his work ethic from Fox. Amaranth says that's not a good thing.

(she's right)

At some point he discovers that Vader snapped Fox's neck and let me tell you the sith is lucky he's already dead. (Kallus is also secretly a bit relieved because that's a pretty fast and painless death. At least he didn't suffer too much....)

To counteract the angst of this last one, please imagine some Corrie dumping a sleepy Sasha on top of Fox so that the commander can't move, which ends up with Fox sleeping too (mission accomplished!). Little Alexsandr and Fox napping curled up together on a couch.......

#star wars #star wars rebels #alexsandr kallus #agent kallus #captain rex #Dripping stardust #Also I haven't watched TBB so I don't. Know what the chips do to the clones exactly.......#Here I'm assuming it strips them of their free will completely and fully

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twothpaste · 2 months ago

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there's a bunch of little guidelines, unique to each character, that i use when writing dialogue. helps to give em unique voices, and keep them distinct from one another. it's also a list of headcanons in & of itself. figured it'd be fun to write 'em out and share 'em here........

lucas speaks as plainly as possible. tends not to use big words - or many words at all - if he can help it. only says what's necessary to get his thoughts across (or often much less…). his internal monologue is long-winded & rich & dripping with metaphors, but when he opens his mouth, what comes out is plain, simple, and always accommodating. though he uses informal language & comes off real casual-like, he's actually very careful with his word choice. if he's gonna speak up, he's gonna be deliberate about it. rarely imposes upon others, even if he's answering a question or making a judgment. while lucas does often talk quietly, and is prone to hesitant pauses, he almost never stutters. southern accent realness.

claus speaks boldly, usually without thinking first. may use an excessive amount of words. he meanders through sentences sometimes, cuz he's just blurting bullshit as it comes to him. has a cartoonishly brazen manner of speaking, like he's hyping himself up as the smartest funniest guy in the room, but you can kinda tell it's just a playful performance. uses mostly casual language, even when discussing serious or complicated topics. sometimes he tosses in big words to keep you on your toes and remind you he's smarter than he seems. will often try to sound calm and unfazed even when he's definitely Fazed. when he's for real emotionally compromised though, he completely flips, lapsing into the masked man's unnervingly brief, blunt, stagnant speech. southern accent realness as well.

kumatora speaks extremely casually. lots of slang. slathers the most basic statements in irony, pop culture references, and naughty language. whereas lucas won't impose upon others, kuma does exactly that, fully intending to make a big impression with everything she says. even when she's being rude as hell, she usually means it all in good fun, she's just got an abrasive edge to her manner of speaking. sometimes others are put off by it - therefore, she deems those folks unworthy of her company anyways. when she's genuinely angry or sad, she tends to cut the theatrics (though not the swearing). might occasionally lapse into metaphorical language to describe complicated feelings, especially when emotionally strained. shortens words and uses contractions as much as possible.

duster speaks really gently, with a lot of uncertain mannerisms. whenever he has to use more than a few words, he tends to hesitate and meander, like he's not quite sure he's got the right words to make himself clear. prone to hesitation, "um"s and "er"s, and occasional stutters. the way he phrases things is kinda soft & malleable, rarely stating his opinion definitively, cautiously leaving room for others to disagree or add their input. never swears - instead he opts for "gosh" and "heck" and so on. very informal, with a profound southern drawl.

boney's animal telepathy "dialogue" is simple to a goofy degree. little guy will directly state whatever is presently on his mind, oblivious to any social etiquette. sometimes his lack of filter makes for funnily rude or ill-timed interjections. he uses only plain words (though kumatora's unfortunately introduced a few swears to his vocabulary).

flint speaks a lot like lucas, plain and simple and quiet. though he doesn't have the same delicate consideration for the words he's choosing. he says what he means as bluntly as possible, in as few words as possible, and leaves it at that. (secretly he's very aware of how awkward and imposing he comes off, but he hasn't the faintest clue how to remedy it.) prone to hesitant pauses, but only when emotionally compromised. heavy southern drawl (where do y'think the twins got it from).

hinawa speaks kinda like claus, tossing out a lotta thoughts and words in a merry stream of consciousness. hugely exuberant. singsongy, even. she's a bit teasy, and very whimsical, but never offensive or impolite. fond of nicknames. her word choice tends to be informal, though she probably does have a more vibrant vocabulary than she lets on. heavy southern drawl of course, peppered with homely little hillbilly-isms.

fuel is funny to write, cuz he has a loose jokey less-than-sincere manner of speaking, which comes off lackadaisical & carefree. but you can sorta tell he's actually mopey & nervous under the surface. if not by his frequent hesitations and dodgy replies, then at least by his body language. very informal and hickish, and prone to swearin', like the workin' class guy he is.

nana's one of my favs to write, cuz she is a fountain of run-on sentences, always babbling some tangential story off the top of her head, winding this way and that, and by the time she's done talking you've learned like 5 mildly intriguing and hilariously irrelevant new things about her. remarkably formal diction, paired with a flat tone that does not quite match her long-winded rambles. rarely if ever uses exclamation points. doesn't swear. no accent.

ness' speech is probably the most basic out of anybody's. ordinary and casual, with no particular accent or flair to it. big & fancy words are completely out of his wheelhouse. he peppers his dialogue with a few dorky dad-isms every now and then (like callin' folks "sport" or "pal," or dropping a wholly unironic "see ya later, alligator"). though he's not a nervous guy, he does get a little mopey or unsure of himself sometimes, which causes him to pause and mumble a lot.

paula speaks pretty formally most of the time. she says shit like "furthermore," and "precisely," making her stand out distinctively from her fellow dorks & dweebs. is she playfully talking clever in a tounge-in-cheek kinda way, or is she Actually Just Being A Smartass? depends who you ask! paula likes to flex her robust vocabulary, and lace her dialogue with snark & sarcasm. her delivery's comedically dry. when she's reaching out to someone in earnest sympathy, though, her speech gets a lot softer, with thoughtful pauses and gentler language. when she's upset, she gets really flustered, swapping her calm & cool veneer for frantic exclamations & italics!! she does have a southern accent, but she takes care to enunciate each letter in the words she uses, so it's subtle compared to characters like lucas or duster.

jeff speaks as flatly as possible, and keeps his word count to an absolute minimum. his standbys are answering questions with a blunt one-word reply, and asking questions with a period instead of a question mark (cuz he delivers them with virtually no affect). though he knows a lot of academic language, he tends not to use it in casual conversation, afraid of alienating others or coming off like a smartass. his speech is generally bone-dry and very constrained. which makes it all the more special when someone manages to choke a sappy blabber or a furious snap out of him. oh. and he comes with a british accent, of course.

poo's another surprise favorite of mine. my take on him is really charismatic, and genuinely quite funny. he's able to swap between casual and formal mannerisms on the fly. sorta in reference to his mimic ability, he tends to match the energy of whoever he's talking to. so he can turn on a dime from talking real candidly plain & chill with ness, to snarking it up shakespearean style with paula. sharply attentive, he's both clever and empathetic, wily and kind, often sassy but never hurtful. chooses his words very thoughtfully. he has a lot of big feelings bottled up, and fancies himself a poet, so he sometimes goes on sappy wistful metaphorical tangents. he knows full well they sound indulgent, perhaps even dorky, but you'll cut him some slack, won't you? a guy's gotta breathe a little.

porky is the fucking worst and i love him so much ❤️. he treats every conversation like a war, and will deploy snide ruthless underhanded tactics to emerge victorious. he's sardonic, haughty, vitriolic. if he thinks he has the upper hand, he'll cooly sit back and try to pick you apart with biting insults & blows below the belt, trying to find your weak points. if he feels cornered, he'll start furiously barking whatever he thinks will hurt you most. he speaks with an uncanny blend of boyish casual language, pretentious big-brained scrabble words, and swearing (which thinks make him sound Very Mature). will wax poetic about human nature like he thinks he's on par with socrates, then whirl around and call you a snot-nosed dweeb for daring to question his wisdom. my very favorite thing about writing porky's dialogue (and his internal monologue) is that almost everything he says is Wrong. like. as a rule, if he claims something, he's probably got it backwards. and while he is certainly trying to convince others of his bullshit, he is even moreso trying desperately to convince himself. maybe if he repeats his miserable lies & false convictions enough, louder this time, they'll finally stick.

picky peter is practically his brother's antithesis. if every conversation is a war, he chooses to lay down his weapons and avoid the fight entirely. he white flags his way through dialogue, keeping his statements simple and brief and unobtrusive. harshness or accusations make him retreat, essentially playing dead or gray rocking 'til the threat dissipates. kindness catches him off guard, making him "er…" and "um…" and scramble sheepishly to find his words. he does have a lot of barely-repressed bitterness in his guts, and might take on a subtle hint of snark or spite under pressure. his vocabulary is not very broad. he's got a dry fake little laugh he does when he's trying to be friendly ("haha") - but when he's genuinely cracking up, he'll snort instead.

tracy is fun cuz she shares ness' plain & casual "just some guy" manner of speaking, but she's like?? kinda fuckin' mean?? she thinks she's too cool for most folks, adopted a tough exterior to one-up her childhood bullies - and especially admires paula. but she hasn't quite mastered the art of being snarky without coming off rude or edgy. so she speaks sarcastically, teases others, seems bluntly disinterested all the time, and it just makes her sound like a careless teenager (which is exactly what she is). thankfully ness sees through her attitude and knows she's full of love deep down. and paula knows she'll probably grow out of it. peter weirdly enough feels very at ease with tracy snarking at him, cuz he's used to that sorta abrasive talk, but he finds solace in the knowledge that it's harmless here, he knows she doesn't actually mean it. tracy reveals her soft side when she's nervous or troubled, prompting gentler language and lots of unsteady pauses, sounding a lot more like her brother in moments of uncertainty.

#2thtalks #2thprose #long #i saved this doc as “martha speaks.rtf” in my notes folder

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drvnkd4zed · 2 years ago

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When you wear another member's clothes

♡ Heeseung

I'm sure Heeseung would notice it right away, the second he sees you he'd scan you like a security cam. He'd recognize who's the owner of the sweater in the blink of an eye and jealousy would take over him. He probably won't tell you directly what's wrong but he'll give you hints. He might start leaving his sweaters around the house, he'll often talk about the member who handed you his clothes just to make sure you receive his signal. "Yes, okay! He gave me his sweater because it was cold! Nothing else!" you'd eventually shout. "You finally admitted it, I was waiting for this, God it took you a lot of time to realize it annoyed me"

♡ Jay

"What's that?" he'd ask you staring at you from head to toe. "Oh, this?" - you say grabbing the bottom of your shirt - "I borrowed this from Niki, I accidentally splattered mine with ketchup at lunch". "Fine" he'd finally say, then he'll be taking you to a shopping session with him so you will have enough t-shirts for the rest of your life. "When we get home, make sure to burn Niki's t-shirt, he doesn't wash them as often as he says..."

♡ Jake

Jake would see your sweater and be like "Oh! that's the sweater Sunghoon borrowed from me three months ago! I can't believe he never returned it to me" and few seconds later, he'd realize and go: "Wait that's the sweater Sunghoon had for the last three months! Why do you have it?". Your face would turn red as tomatoes. "Oh wait, don't make quick assumptions, I found it on his bed" you explained. "Fine, at least I will have it back" he'd say smiling, adjusting the sweater on your shoulders. "WAIT, WHY WERE YOU IN HIS ROOM?"

♡ Sunghoon

At first, he won't show you how annoyed he is. "Nice shirt, I saw it on Jungwon few days ago tho?" he'd say. "Yeah, I needed a change after dancing and didn't have one so he gave me his, what's wrong?" you explain, noticing Sunghoon's acting weird. "Nothing, you look good in it". Sunghoon will just hide that shirt somewhere and return it to Jungwon while you're sleeping and if you ask where it is, he will probably tell you someone stole it. "The next time, don't wear someone else's shirt, okay?" he'd kindly ask you. "It was an emergency-" "Just call me and I'll bring you one, okay?".

♡ Sunoo

I don't think the biggest problem for Sunoo would be the fact that you're wearing another member's t-shirt, the main issue there is that the color of it doesn't match your armocromia. "That color is AWFUL I can't believe you accepted it" he'd state, staring at your shirt disgusted. "Listen here, I've stole another t-shirt from Sunghoon that would be perfect for you. I should teach you how to get the right clothes from the right members", then he'd show you his closet full of shirts and sweaters stolen from the other members. Literally just few items would actually be his, but he won't share them.

♡ Jungwon

I think he's the jealous type, but he will directly go to the member who gave you the shirt. Jungwon would probably recognize the owner of the shirt and secretly ask him to get his shirt back in a rude way. "Tell her you absolutely need it and she can keep it anymore, then never give her your clothes again" he'd tell him. Scared, that member will just ask you for the shirt back. "So, Heeseung asked me for his shirt back... he was so... weird" you'd tell Jungwon, confused. "He must've been very emotionally attached to that shirt"

♡ Niki

Seeing you with another member's shirt would make him the most jealous boy in this world. He won't ask you to return it to the owner, not at all. While you're not paying attention, he'll just rip it off or throw some paint on it. He'll tell you it was an accident, but of course it was not. "Sorry I didn't see it". The next day he might show you how he turned the ripped shirt into a stuffed animal with three heads.

#kpop #enhypen #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #niki #enhypen reactions #kpop fanfictions #kpop ff #enhypen imagines

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bandgie · 1 year ago

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I have never posted a writing on here but I thought I’d give it try

Smut!

So Cruel

Synopsis: You we’re never too fond of Miguel O’Hara. Though he was a sight for sore eyes, his temper was always unchecked and it had only worsened after Miles Morales escaped. You made it your mission to stay away from him unless absolutely necessary, but O'Hara has never cared about your feelings.

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He scared the living shit out of you. The way he walked, talked, how his eyes looked like it could cut through diamond, he was madly intimidating.

After hearing about the original anomaly, Miles Morales, Miguel O’Hara because determined to correct all of the errors and make sure all events happened to their respective times. Morales was a tricky one though, he had managed to slip through every spider’s fingers and go back to his Earth.

You couldn’t help but silently applaud the kid. You had lost so many loved ones for these so called ‘canon event,’ but seeing Miles try to find another way was inspiring. You secretly hoped he did manage to find away to prevent these tragedies from happening to anyone ever again.

You were nothing more than a messenger, not even sure if anyone from the higher positions knew your name aside from ‘Spider-Woman’, so you’ve been slacking on finding specifically which Earth Miles teleported to. It didn’t matter anyway, there’s so many other spiders they can manage to-

“Hey, O’Hara wants you in his office.”

You immediately sit up from your couch, whipping around to see Jessica Drew standing at the door way of your room. Her belly is pronounced, you’re not even sure how she can still walk.

“Now?” You ask.

She nods in response, waddling back to her motorcycle.

“I’m busy looking for the spider from Earth-1610. I don’t think I’ll be able to-“

“Not an option. And you know I can tell when your lying from your teeth right?” She says unamused. You huff in defeat and scratch your head nervously.

Jessica takes notice and pouts, sympathy taking over. “Listen, I’ll be with you okay? Hop on and I’ll take you there. Hopefully he won’t be too harsh if I’m with you.”

You look at her gratefully and trudge to her bike. She might soften the blow, but you know you’re in for a rough time.

The ride to Headquarters was too fast, you wanted to slow down time to prepare. Truthfully, no time in the world could prepare you for the possibility of O’Hara ripping you a new one.

You silently cursed yourself for not at least making small attempts to find the kid. You’ve seen how Miguel ran to Morales, how he showed no mercy, yet you prayed he would let one spider slip. A foolish prayer.

Once parked right outside his den, you and Jessica stepped off the motorcycle and she took on your hands in hers. She could be surprisingly soft when she wanted to be. Her fingers gently squeezed your reassuringly.

“I’ll try to do the talking okay? You haven’t been super deep into his work so I’m sure he’ll let you off easy,” she says softly.

You nod, feeling sweat begin the collect on your forehead. You pull away from her hand as you begin walking to him, keeping your head down.

You never directly looked at O’Hara. You hated how he looked as though he could see what you’re thinking. He never would directly address you either. The person in command would relay messages or you would sometimes see Miguel on a screen, but not much one-on-one talking.

You hoped to keep it that way.

You could hear the machine lower Miguel from the higher platform, and you could hear your heartbeat increase.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, you told yourself in an attempt to control your breathing.

It wasn’t long before Miguel’s was in front of you both, you stared at his feet while he began to talk.

“You can leave Jessica,” he says, voice sharp and cold.

“I think it would be better if I stayed,” she says calmly, “You can be quite scary sometimes ya know?”

Miguel snorts, “It’s not my problem how people look at me. You did your job now leave.”

You flinches at his harshness, yet Jessica only sighed as a response. They went back and forth for some time. Pity and shame began to creep up your spine as Jessica continued to take his belittling. You were hiding behind someone for your own dumb decision, let alone this someone was pregnant.

“Jessica,” you say, interrupting their argument, “thank you, but I’ll be fine.”

She looks at her worriedly and back at Miguel in plea, she gives her shoulder a rub and says an ‘okay’ before leaving on her bike.

It’s not long before it’s just you and O’Hara. You can feel him drilling holes into your head as you continue to look down.

“I don’t think I need to say what you did wrong,” he starts, “We need all hands on deck, every spider man and spider woman. Yet here you are making absolutely no progress. You haven’t been checking other dimensions since the spider from Earth 1610 left…” Miguel’s doesn’t stop listing all the things you did wrong, but his last question catches you off guard.

“Why?”

You briefly look up at him and look back down, “Why what?”

“Why aren’t you doing your job.”

The silence is loud, nearly deafening. You can’t answer, you won’t answer. Your putting not only your job at risk, but maybe your safety. “I’m not sure.”

“Look at me,” he commands. You don’t, instead raising your head slightly but keeping your eyes down. You don’t want to look at him, you can’t afford to look into his eyes.

“I said look at me,” your name leaves his lips.

You’re eyes snap to his, and you wish you had looked at his nose instead. Such a deep red meet your own colored eyes. His jawline sharp and check hollow. The main think you notice are the eye bags, guilt eats at you.

“Look at me while you answer me. Why?”

You take a deep breath and build on the courage to only speak a few words, “Because I believe in him.”

Miguel’s eyes narrow, “Believe in who?”

“Miles Mora-“

“Don’t you dare finish that name,” O’Hara snarls, turning so that his back faces you. He runs a hands through his hair and heaves his chest. You take an involuntarily step back, prepared to dash in needed.

He turns back to face you, slightly better adjusted and gets closer to you. It takes every fiber in your body to not move. You maintain eye contact, but a part of you wants to look at his plush lips.

“I understand where you might think he can save everyone, but he can’t. It’s foolish to go against what is our destiny. I don’t need to tell you that I tried, I don’t need to tell you why I started this whole Spider-Man Society,” he tells you.

Your fearful gaze turns into sadness as you recall his story. You’ve also lost someone close to you. Your fiancé who was captain of the police. You hated when people called you Spider-Woman, you changed it to Widow years ago.

Miguel just see your expression change because his does too. “I don’t want you thinking we’re the bad guys, or were doing this to hurt people. I need you to understand that we have a bigger responsibility at hand. So are you on my side or what?"

You let out a sight, "Why does there have to sides? Why can't we let him see for himself? Imma be honest Mr. O'Hara, the way you handled things was not necessarily in the best way."

You regret speaking you mind as you see Miguel get in your face, obviously offended by critiquing his strategy. He studies your features, eyes seamlessly exploring what you have as he looks back at your eyes.

"I don't need a no-name spider telling me how to do my job. You think I'm cruel? Join the club. All you can manage to do is sit there and look pretty. Maybe that's all you'll really ever be good at." Without warning he grabs your wrist and takes you to his lift, sending you guys up into the top of his office.

You follow without intending to, you were too busy digesting what he had told you. It wasn't until he flipped you around to see your backside that you started questioning him.

"Mr. O'Hara! What are you doing!?" You yelp, attempting to flip back around to face him. His hands were hard on your hips to keep you in place. You could feel the heat of his body and the hardness of his chest.

"I'm gonna show you what you're actually good at since you don't know how to do your current job properly," He answers. He uses his legs to push your feet closer together. Then taking one hand off your hips, he uses it to push the arch of your back down so you're sticking your butt out.

The position sends your heart racing, especially when he pushes his crotch to your ass. He gently slides himself up and down on you, fabric touching. You should stop him, tell him that this is insanely inappropriate and that he's being dramatic. Yet, you find yourself arching your back even more to try and feel him some more.

He chuckles behind you and leans down to have his lips ghost the shell of your ear, "Someones a little too easy. I thought I was the bad guy."

You shake your head, "I never said that. I just think you could've gone easier on the kid."

His rubbing stopped and you immediately missed the sensation. You let a whimper out and wiggled around to try and feel him. He gave you a playful slap on the ass and grab the back of your neck harshly, "Pobrecita perra, I'm not even close to thinking about finishing with you." He kicked your legs open and lifted one of them up to rest on his desk. Without a second thought, he ripped off your sweats leaving you in just your underwear.

Miguel knelt down and inspected your covered pussy. "Mmm, siempre me encantó el color rojo." Then you felt the warm wetness of his tongue touching you underwear.

You were already wet, so the friction of the underwear wasn't painful. It was annoying instead, you wished he had ripped those off along with the sweats. Miguel gave long strokes of his tongue up and down your pussy. He let his fangs gently nip at your clit which made you squeal. You could feel him smiling against you as he continued to work you with his tongue.

You started feeling hot, the remaining clothes too tight on your body. He was giving you exactly what you wanted but nothing at all. It was infuriating how he teased you through your underwear. You could hear how messy it was starting to get, and you couldn't tell if the liquid dripping down you thigh was from him or you.

Your underwear was drenched, and you moaned when he sucked your nub and pulled at it. He used his fingers to rub you and occasionally dip in your underwear to feel your folds. You pushed your body lower to have him rub more, to let him know you wanted him to touch your bare pussy, but Miguel was not letting up.

"Please," you suddenly begged, grinding against his mouth and hand. "O'Hara please take them off."

"I don't know," he teases, "Is this not enough for you? Am I not doing a good job?"

He harshly slaps your pussy, you jump and whine nearly on the verge of tears. "You are, it's so so so good," you praise him, "I just, I want to feel you more. Please Miguel, please please-"

You finally feel him pull your underwear to the side before he dives in. You loudly moan, finally at peace knowing you're getting what you want. You grind down on his face, reaching back to push him deeper into you. Who would've though all Miguel needed was a little bit of positive reinforcement to listen. Maybe that information will come in handy at another time.

"Oh fuucckkkk," you moan. He uses his lips to rub your lower lips, the softness was nearly enough to make you cum. You can't though, you need him inside you. To feel him pulse and cum inside, you clench around nothing at the thought of it.

He goes back to using his tongue to please you, dipping it inside of your pussy back up to your clit. You feel your body tense and the burning sensation build in your stomach. It threatens you to release and your moans start getting louder. You've been so deprived of intimate touches for so long, you don't know how you managed it all this time.

"Don't stop! Don't stop..." you repeat over and over, letting your hips abuse Miguel's face. It starts to build and build in your lower stomach. You throw your head back and bite your lower lip to suppress your loud moan. Then he's gone. The tenseness in your body disappearing and giving you a lonely pussy. You turn around and look down to see him with a malicious grin. O'Hara stands at his full height to look down at you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks innocently. Your eyes find his glistening chin and bruised lips. You go back to his eyes and you feel your own water.

"I was so close. I was almost there. Miguel I.... I need it," you cry, letting a few tears slip down your face. You weren't really sad, but you hoped you would get a few pity points for your tears.

"Is that so? I don't know if you deserve it. You've been lazy and no help recently. I'm thinking we should stop right here and-"

"No!" you shout. You turn to fully face him and touch him chest to Chets. "Please Mr. O'Hara I'll be better. I can do it and I can do more. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry just please! Please." You're ashamed of yourself. Acting like such a slut in front of your boss and swallowing your pride just so he could make you finish. At the same time nothing has been more important to you in so long, you need him.

He smiles, showing his fangs and all before gently pushing you away, "Sit up and spread your legs." You could weep from joy at his words. You obey him and hop up on his desk, careful to not fall off his lifted platform. Your underwear is still sticking to your skin, it's uncomfortable now, but you don't ask to take them off.

He walks towards you and kneels down again and you swear he was smelling you. Miguel moves your underwear to the side and plants kisses over your clit. You hum in delight as his lips travel to your opening, using his tongue to prod it open. You use one of your hands to spread your pussy more open with your fingers. He looks up at you in surprise, but he's more than happy to oblige to your request.

He sucks on the bundle of nerves of your clit, making sure his tongue coats over your entire pussy. You whine and involuntarily close your legs, trapping him between them. You move your hand to tangle it in his hair. You move his head up and down repeatedly, his tongue and lips eagerly listening to your body.

It starts to build again, and this time you're determined to finish on his face. You hook your ankles together and squeeze him close to you, making sure he has enough room to stick him tongue out.

"Shiiiiiiit right there, please don't stop please please," your chanting has him humming in response. You moan at the vibrations, feeling your orgasm coil at the top of your pelvis. Your body prepares for your finishing, throwing your head back and rolling you eyes to the back of your head.

It's ruined though, ruined by him ripping away from you making you nearly lose your balance. You were even closer this time, you could feel your pussy throbbing and burning hot. Now the tears in your eyes were very real.

"No! No, no, no! You said! You promised! I-"

"Shut up and hold your legs like this," he ignores your cries. He positions you so you're holding your legs by the thighs, opening them up and ripping your underwear off in the process. You're still whining to him about how he lied to you, that he really is cruel and ruthless.

He continues to ignore you and enables the suit to disappear, leaving him nude. Your complaints quiet as you stare at his physique. Huge shoulders but a small waist. His biceps could be the size of your head. You knew he was buff, but seeing it in all its naked glory was immaculate.

His dick was leaking, a fiery red at the tip and you swear you could see it pulsating. He had been edging you for so long, but you didn't consider that he was also holding himself back from cumming. You absent mindedly open your legs more, inviting him in.

He darkly chuckles at your body response, "Calling me all these mean names yet you're letting me through the front door."

He closes the space between you and uses his hand to guide himself to your pussy. You moan in anticipation, you're praying to God that he lets you cum this time.

The rubs the tip of his dick up and down your clit a few times to feel how slick you are. He must like it because of how he groans and the chills you see that appear on his arms.

"Please," you whisper.

Finally, you feel the tip enter you easily. You could probably take him all at once considering how wet you are, but Miguel was slow. He was probably soaking up the feeling of your pussy around him. Loving the way you clench around him and your warmth. He went deeper and deeper, and by the end of it you swear you could feel him in your throat.

You moaned loudly as he started to move, gripping you by your hips. Fuck, he just started and you're already going to cum. How could you not? He filled you up so nicely and you were denied two times prior, there's no shame in finishing so fast.

Your head went back, leaving half of your body upside down. You felt your blood rush to your brain as he started pounding in you. Whimpers left you lips every time he slammed into you, you could feel your entire body joint forward from the force of it. He lifted up your shirt and spilled your tits from out of your bra.

Miguel leaned down to put your nipple in his mouth before he started sucking. You gasped and pulled your legs even more back to give him space to do what he pleased. The sound of him slapping against you, your wetness dripping on the platform, his warm tongue. You're going to cum.

"Yes, yes, oh god, Miguel..." you babble. Please let me come.

And you do. finally sweet release leaves your body and you're practically crying from joy. You're clenching around him so tightly he groans your name. Miguel stops his movements just to feel you spread your essence on him down to the floor.

Your upper body is dangling off the loft, practically limp. You can feel your pussy twitching from such an intense release. Miguel pulls away from your tits and starts to pull out. Before you can whine in protest and sensitivity, he thrusts back in and pulls you down closer to him.

"Fuck, you've been hiding this pussy from me all this time. Deberíamos haberlo hecho hace mucho tiempo." It was such a low mumble you think you weren't meant to hear it. Your tits continue to bounce as Miguel keeps thrusting into you. Your moans start to sound like a man dying from thirst, and you don't care. Everything is so overstimulated that a part of what you wants to beg him to stop.

It's not until he lets out several loud groans to let you know he was going to cum. Miguel uses one of his hands to grip your throat as he finds the best angle to bury his cock in. He hooks your legs onto his shoulders and your arms grab his hips to steady yourself. He has you in a slanted mating press, a perfect position to stimulate your clit too.

You know you won't be able to cum a second time, but the thought of O'Hara filling you up makes you think you will. He makes sure you can feel his cock all the way inside when he cums, his dick pulsing. You let out a throaty moan as you look down to see where your bodies connect, seeing your stomach bulge from his size.

Whimpers leave your mouth and you're both breathing heavy. Miguel thrusts in a few more times to hear you whine more. He smiles when you do. He pushes your legs close your chest and pulls out slowly. You moan as you feel him slide out of you, immediately feeling empty save for the cum that pours out of you.

Miguel drops your legs down with little care, backing away from you. You pick your head up and feel the blood rush back down which makes you lightheaded. You watch as he throws you torn clothes away and uses his watch to put his suit back on. You're left nude from the bottom, "Do you have any pants I can borrow?"

He thinks for a moment and brushes the hair out of your face, making sure you maintain eye contact, "Yeah, but I'd rather you walk home like that." You hesitantly laugh likes he's joking, but the devious look in his eyes tell you differently.

"No way you're serious."

He smiles so innocently giving you a small wink, "What can I say? I love being cruel."

#into the spider verse #smut #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #o'hara #spiderman #spiderman 2099 spiderverse

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umbraastaff · 2 years ago

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stuff about the taz atla au:

Taako and Lup are the last surviving air nomads (and by extension, elves). Lup is the Avatar. I established Taako as an airbender but I think it could go either way; if he's a nonbender, he's still got the high-dex rogue-y vibes of an airbender for any fighting.

Barry is a waterbender from the Southern Water Tribe, and the one who finds the twins. He's extremely unnaturally gifted at bloodbending, but shit at most other waterbending until they find a master. (He can bloodbend when it's not the full moon, but usually only to shift someone's balance, shove a limb, etc. Can be very handy when used right, though!)

Lup's hardest element is water. She has the instinct to directly blast stuff, which pushes against the give-and-take nature of waterbending. Once she gets it she likes making huge, scary, ocean-like waves. She's progressively faster at learning earthbending and, of course, firebending comes easiest & becomes a favorite.

Lucretia is also water tribe, probably in the North, though I would love for her to be friends with Barry somehow. She may not be a bender, but she's for sure attuned to spirits, especially the moon. Possibly the whole North Pole spirit imbalance is because of some well-intentioned thing she does while they're trying to repel the fire nation.

Prince Kravitz is trying to capture the Avatar but the Avatar's brother keeps flirting with him and it's very confusing. I don't know if I want to make the Raven Queen be the Firelord but if she's anyone she might be Ursa.

Kravitz is accompanied by Davenport (tell me captain "haven't we earned a little wrath" davenport isn't a firebender), a family member or close advisor who has been secretly a traitor/spy for like a decade. He's mostly coming along to keep his own eye on the Avatar and make sure she doesn't get captured or killed. White Lotus member.

Merle is a swamp waterbender with plantbending and, to everyone's shock in a dire moment, healing powers. He was a good friend of Lup's 100 years ago. Also White Lotus.

Magnus is an earthbender, Julia is a Kyoshi warrior. "Why isn't Magnus the token nonbender" well you see this whole thing is an elaborate AU of that one stretch of SC where Taako learned fighting and Magnus learned wizarding (joke)

Magnus is desperate to interact with spirits but is not attuned to them at all. He's excited to meet Lup because she is obviously the bridge to him getting to pet spirit dogs. Might have a pet dog or bear fusion variant.

#taz balance #the adventure zone #taako #lup #barry bluejeans #magnus burnsides #merle highchurch #davenport #kravitz #julia burnsides #text #balance #mine #atla #atla au #taakitz

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onskepa · 1 year ago

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Syawn ch 6: skxom hunt pt 2

Syawn series

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“Tan Jala, make our clan proud. You will be against a strong warrior, but you are our very best. May Eywa guide you to the grand reward” the Olo’eyktan of the Tipani clan spoke.

Tan Jala, a mighty warrior and the best of the best in the proud Tipani clan. Atan has learned much from Tan Jala, which resulted in skilled athletic attributes.

The young prince sees the conversation happening but not really focusing on the words.

“My son, are you still deep in thought?” his mother asks as she places a hand on his shoulder. Atan nods, “yes. I promise I will tell you what it is but for now…”, “I understand. There are many things in our lives we can't seem to figure out. But, don't rush it. Take your time, let Eywa assist you in ways that I cannot. Know my son, your father and I love you. Any doubts, or questions, please dont be afraid to seek help”.

“Yes mother, I promise” atan replies, a hopefully smile grows on his young face.

“It's time to go” atan hears his father say, and all follow.

“You got this, let this be the final hunt to settle everything once and for all. Don't let anything distract you '' Jake tells neteyam. As to motivate and encourage his son.

Neteyam nods, firm and sharp. Highly focused.

“And don't do anything foolish. Remember your training, the sky is our territory, make use of the winds” Neytiri adds.

“And PLEASE for the love of Eywa, be careful. Even if things might not go the way you want, your safety is more important than the hunt” Syawn finished.

Neteyam hugs his parents and syawn, giving one last look at them, he makes his way towards Tan Jala who was waiting for him.

O’ame, being the loud spokesman again, does she speak for everyone to hear.

“Oh great, loud mouth O’ame will be presenting” Lu’lafyon says, which caused Syawn to smack him at the back of his head.

“Be nice, she likes to be heard,” Syawn mentions.

Lu’law was again holding the camera, capturing her dad and Tan Jala shaking hands firmly. “Oooooh there is heavy tension between them” she narrates.

Neteyam and Tan Jala hops on their ikrans and both roar out, ready to begin. The Tipani and the Oamtikaya roar out with them. As to show support for their fellow members.

The ikrans take flight, and both soar into the sky, arrows ready to strike.

Lu’law handed the camera over to Lu’tstunwi as she was currently occupied searching for the Tipani prince. Hard to look when there is many in similar clothing.

“Looking for someone?”

She turns to see lo’ak eyeing her a bit suspiciously. “Oh he better not…”.

“Just looking for a good reaction from the crowd uncle loki. Cant I do that?” Lu’law asks. They have a slight stare off before tsireya turns to see that. She makes a slight face, “ma’lo’ak stop. Leave your niece alone. Look, neteyam is in the lead”.

Lo’ak gives one last look at lu’law and focuses on the hunt.

The young girl sighs quietly and continues to search for Atan. Ever since their little hang out, she was tempted to see him again. Preparing to go directly to him after the round. And hopefully do more flights with him. As friends of course.

“AND THE WINNER IS NETEYAM SULLY OF THE OMATIKAYA!!” O’ame shouts in glee while raising neteyam’s hand high in the air. All of the omatikaya shouted his name, happy and proud he completed his hunt.

“THAT'S OUR DAD!!!” the triplets shouted as they aggressively shook each other.

Lu’law looks over and sees Tan Jala walking towards his clan, there the olo’eyktan console him while atan was beside him. The prince didn't look happy. Secretly she felt bad but, how can she go over there and say “hi, sorry my dad beat your best guy” or something like that.

“Lu’law! Come on! Let's take a picture!” she heard tuk shout for her. Taking one last look at atan, she heads over.

Night reached, and many have na’vi have settled for another night of resting. But for some, adventure just begun.

After having a nice dinner, Lu’law was quick to leave her family’s tent and in search of Atan. There is a long list of things she wants to talk about with him. He was like a breath of fresh air. Something new and interesting to her. And hopefully, they can continue to talk ever after the hunt.

“Ahahahaha!! So for the whole day you just scared them like that?” Atan asked while trying to calm himself after a fit of laughs.

“Hahaha! It was easy back then since we were little and our voices were identical. So fooling anyone was just utter fun for us” lu’law answers in glee as she recalls a fun memory from her childhood.

“Being a triplet has its merits and great ideas to fool people. I love my brothers very much, but sometimes it is nice to just, you know, have your own identity. Be someone you can be ya know?” she goes on.

Atan looks at her before looking down at his reflection from the waters. “Being someone that everyone recognizes is good. Yes. But sometimes it is also good to be someone that shares the same face as everyone else”.

“Oh…being the son of the olo’eyktan and tsahik does make you stand out” lu’law says while looking at Atan’s overall look. “But arent you special in a way?” Atan asks her. The girl humms at the thought. “Well, a tiny bit, yes. But our people treat me and my brothers the same as they treat everyone else. As equals.”

Atan’s eyes sparkle at the thought, “must be nice”. “Alright then, what is your life like” lu’law asks. Atan rubs his arms a bit and shits slightly from where he was sitting.

“Everywhere I go, people treat me like someone fragile. Someone that has to be protected, and given high expectations to meet. Like I am some miracle blessed upon them. Anything I do or say is often judged, Which results in me not having friends” Atan confesses.

“Oh…well then…can I be your friend?” Lu’law asks with a playful wink. Atan blushes and looks at her with soft eyes, “yes…I would like that”.

A gentle hum is heard in the main Tipani tent, where the tsahik is making more healing items. Letting the cool air tingle her smooth skin, she halts for a moment. The flaps of the tent open, and it welcomes an Atokirina. In its floating grace, the atokrina lands on Atan’s treasured bow. It stays there for a few seconds and off it flies into the night sky.

The tsahik looks at her son's bow, the little scene replaying in her mind. Processing and trying to understand what the message means. Collapsing her hands together in prayer, she speaks to her great mother.

“Ma’eywa, What plans you have for my son, I trust you with my heart. May his path be open for you”.

“And then you twist and go under the third string, and repeat the process”

Lu’law was teaching Atan a specific weaving pattern as means to hold liquids. He looks at her work in fascination. “The pattern is far different than what my clan weaves. Your clan are clever” he comments. Lu’law blushes slightly.

“Oh this pattern isn't from Omatikaya, it's from the Metkayina clan. Grandfather tonowari personally taught me” she happily states.

Atan blinks at that, “you mentioned a few clans now, how well involved are you with them?” he asks. Curiosity at its peak.

“Well, my family is really close to the Metkayina clan, my uncle loki permanently lives in Awa’atlu with my aunt tsireya. But often he comes to visit. Or during warmer times, we go visit them, especially when the tulkun returns. Oh! And the Tyrangi clan are just as close as the metkayina, of course because of their olo’eykte, Ikenyi. She is a great leader and would visit them from time to time. Or them visiting us. There is also the Olangi clan, but only on special occasions do our clans meet. But the Kekunan clan, we are really close with that clan through our love for our ikrans. They have a nice sense of humor” lu’law closes her explanation with a happy smile on her face.

“Wow…you are lucky. I never met other clans unless I came to this hunt. It must be nice to have connections with others' ' atan says while grabbing a stick and swirling it in the water.

Lu’law scooted much closer, their shoulders touching. “Well, start with me and my family. The Omatikaya. And who knows, we will see who is next”.

Atan felt warmth in his heart. Lu’law truly is someone unique. Despite knowing him for a short time, she is ready to open a new experience for him. And he will treasure that forever.

The following night, Atan was setting his things before leaving to see lu’law again. This time more excited, as it means to meet new people, she will start by introducing him to her brothers. Eager to get there faster, he shoves things in a rather messy way.

The tsahik notices his urgency, and gets closer to her son. “Ma’itan, what has gotten you to be in such a hurry?” she asks. “Sa’nok, I wanted to wait a bit but, guess what? I made a friend” Atan answers with such happiness and glee.

The tsahik gasps and hugs her son tightly, letting a bit of laughter escape her lips. “Oh ma’itan I am so happy! Your smile is more radiant than before. Is your friend a good person?”.

Atan nods fast, “oh more than good! She has shown me many new things I never knew before! Sa’nok, she treats me like any other na’vi, doesn't treat me anything special, just another person. And I have come to enjoy that. Forgetting who I am when I am around her” he confesses.

This brought tears to his mother, bringing him in for a hug she says, “atan my precious child. Words can't express what I am feeling. Your prayers to Eywa has finally been answered. I am glad”.

Atan blushes at his mothers and hugs her more. May Eywa grant him the true bliss of friendship.

“Ok you two, try not to make a fool out of me, our clan, or out of yourselves” Lu’law warns while pointing at her brothers. Lu’lafyon shrugs. “Come on sis, you know us. We won't do anything embarrassing in front of you” Lu’tstunwi says.

“Mhm” lu’law eyes her brothers in suspicious manner. “Whatever, don't overwhelm him. Oh, and try not to mention a lot of human technology, or anything in general”.

Lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi looked at her in slight confusion, “why not?” they both ask in unison.

“He is from the Tipani clan” lu’law answers as a matter of fact way.

“Oooohh”

“Yeah. He already expressed his opinions on them. So try to limit it on it” she adds. “Sis, even though that clan has clearly expressed their disinterest with anything human related. How did your new friend accept you? Since, you know, got human blood in you, in all of us” Lu’lafyon asks.

“I think he was willing to push past that. At least what I suspect, but I won't push him on that” lu’law says.

The three walk further to the meeting spot lu’law and atan agreed. And speaking of which, he was there, ready.

“ATAN!!” lu’law shouts to get his attention. Atan turns around to see her and smiles happily, he makes his way towards the triplets. “Hope we didn't make you wait long” lu’law says as she greets her friend. Atan shakes his head, “not at all”.

“Good, well, Atan, these are my brothers, lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi” lu’law introduces. The boys each greet the tipani prince. “Nice to finally meet you. Our sister here wouldn't shut up about you” lu’lafyon teases. This made lu’law blush, as well as atan.

“Shut up!” lu’law shouted. Lu’lafyon only stuck his tongue out to her.

As the siblings bicker, Atan took a good look at the three. And indeed they were three of a kind. Same eye shapes, eyebrows, identical blue stripes, 5 fingers and toes, down to their manners. All identical. Truly amazing, at least to atan.

“My love, have you seen the triplets?” Neteyam asks as he enters his tent. Syawn was in the middle of weaving when she stopped to look at him. “Yes, they left to meet a friend,” she answers.

This piqued the interest of neteyam. “A friend? Who?” he asks. Syawn just smiles, “a friend” she repeats. Neteyam sits behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Both snuggling in each other's warmth and comfort.

“They didn't tell me anything about a friend, '' Neteyam says with a slight pout on his lips. This expression made syawn giggles a bit. “They were in a hurry as they told me, they wanted to fly their ikrans with their friend”.

“And who is this friend? Someone we know?” neteyam asks more. “I am not sure, they didn't give me much details before running of” syawn says as she continues to weave. Neteyam hums at her words, frowning a bit. “They are being secretive then. I am not sure if I am alright with that”.

Syawn stopped her weaving to turn around and face her beloved mate. “Have you forgotten what we were like at their age? Sneaking around, keeping secrets, and doing our own thing?” She reminds her husband.

Feeling nostalgia, he pulls his mate closer. “Yes, how could I forget, but at that time we were-”. Neteyam stops himself, coming to a realization as his eyes widen and tail swaying. Syawn quickly catched on, “no! No no no no! No! They are not doing what you are thinking” she quickly said. But that didn't reassure neteyam. If anything, it only made him more suspicious. “Syan, it is like you said. What if they are repeating the same things we did? Have they found someone? My sons? My daughter? Who out there is even worthy to be near lu’law? What if-”

“Sssshhhh…” Syawn silences him with her finger on his lips. Her warm smile slowed his panic, “A friend, they are going to meet a friend. Nothing more, and nothing less” was all she said.

“Trust in our kids, especially lu’law”.

“Are you sure about this lu’law?” Atan asks, a bit unsure. Lu’law pats him on the shoulder, “positive” she answers.

They were near the mountains that hosted all of the ikrans.

“Ichi!”

“San!”

“Kenny!:

Three identical roars were heard. From the starlights, three ikrans flew towards them, each landing in front of the triplet. Atan stood in amazement. As if things couldn't be more amazing, the three ikrans were exactly the same. Same colors, same pattern, same everything.

The triplets were welcoming their ikrans, petting them and giving them kisses. “Interesting names your ikrans have. I never heard names like those before” Atan says. “Thanks, we got the names from watching godzilla-OW!” lu’lafyon shouts in pain as lu’tstunwi elbows him hard in the stomach.

“Ignore what he said, my brother can be very yappy at times” lu’law says. Atan nods at that and calls for his ikran, srew. And the four took flight, letting their ikrans dance together as they get to know srew, their new friend.

After some time, the four young na’vi departed as it was getting late. Atan returned with a wide smile that might as well be permanent. Being quiet while sneaking back inside, he lays in his hammock. The night was fun! The triplets were very kind and considerate of him. Especially lu’law.

Just thinking about her makes him blush. She has done much for him, it is only fair he returns the favor. Perhaps a gift? Yes, a gift will do wonderfully.

Atan drifts off to sleep, thinking what can be good to give his new friend.

“You three are late” neteyam says as soon as the triplets made it home. The three stood still, not expecting their dad to confront them. Syawn was behind neteyam, her face remaining neutral.

“How was your time with your new friend?”

Syawn’s face wasn't neutral anymore.

“Traitor” The triplets thought.

“Sorry dad, we were caught up in some games and other stuff that we lost track of time” Lu’law explains. “Oh really? And who is this friend by the way?” Neteyam pushes more. Syawn placed a hand on his shoulder. “Nete, we talked about this. Dont pressure her or any of our children” she says.

“If you have to know, my new friend is kind, respectful, fun, and very open minded in new things. Hell, lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi where with me. They met my friend” lu’law explains, hoping it was enough to satisfy her dad.

The brothers nod in unison as to confirm.

Neteyam sighs, finally letting it go. “Alright, as long as they are not hurting you, or mistreating you, then I am fine with it”. This made lu’law smile and hug him.

“Yeah, he is super cool” lu’lafyon says.

“HE?!”

Oh shit.

“Sooooo….” Ti’ong trails.

“Soooo….” tuk add.

“So? I look ridiculous! I can't go anywhere with this thing on my head!” Lu’law yells in frustration. Behind her, she could hear the laugh and cackles of her brothers as they take her embarrassment to their amusement.

On top of her head was a taped camera stuck to an old military helmet onced used for avatars. “And what's worse, my dad is looking at everything! Fucking hell!” Lu’law curses out. A slight beep was heard from the camera. “Language lu’law” neteyam says.

This made her brothers laugh even harder, to the point they fall down on their backs while holding their stomachs. “Oh you think its funny huh?” Lu’law growls. Tuk got closer to examine it. “Well it seems he made sure it was stuck for good. I'm sure he had help from your grandpa” tuk says. This made lu’law groan in misery.

“What am I going to do? I am going to hang out with atan in an hour! I dont want him to see this junk on my head. Especially with dad seeing everything I do”.

“Was it really necessary neteyam?” syawn looks at her husband with some disappointment in her eyes. The man in question was smiling rather proudly as he fist bumped with lo’ak. “Yes, very, that way I will know what she is doing, where she is doing, and make sure that no man will-”

“Neteyam. I think you are overreacting, they are just friends” syawn states. “With all due respect syawn, this isn't overreacting. Lu’law is a young girl, while strong yes, but she is vulnerable” lo’ak says. Sighing, syawn sits in front of them. “Lu’law isn't a little girl anymore. She can stand her ground.Heck, the boy isn't even courting her. Just because lu’law has a male friend doesn't mean anything. Jake didn't stop kiri and spider being friends for a long time”.

“Yes but look where that led to” lo’ak answers quickly, with neteyam nodding. Syawn rolls her eyes and shakes her head.` `Nothing good comes out of it. I am sure of that!” lo’ak says. “You two are so stubborn” with that, she left them alone. Perhaps more evidence should prove them wrong.

Atan paced back and forth in a nervous frienzie. Srew shakes her head to see her rider acting like such a nerve wreck.

In his hands holds a gift he was to give to lu’law. In his mind, so many made up scenarios Each one more worse than the last.

“No no, she will like it. I know she will. Wait, but what if-”

“ATAN!”

His thoughts were cut by the sound of lu’laws voice. Seeing her in view made Atan feel better all of a sudden, His inner thoughts gone, and relief came over him. Holding the gift firmly in his hands, he walks over.

“Hey, what do you wanna do”

“I brought you something”

Both lu’law and atan spoke over each other. They chuckled at the funny moment. Lu’law gestured him to speak first.

Still feeling nervous, he handed the little package to lu’law, “I brought you something. As a thank you for last night��.

Lu’law gasped a bit, not expecting such a surprise. “Atan, you didnt have to give me anything. Just being with you is more than enough for me” she says. This made atan blush a deep purple.

“S-still, as a token of appreciation. For helping me meet other clan members, like your siblings” he says while trying to keep his cool. Lu’law giggles at that, “oh trust me, they were just the beginning. I plan for you to meet more”.

Atan’s ears and tail twitched at the idea.

“E-either way! Take it, I hope it is to your fitting” he says.

Lu’law rolls her eyes, “alright, if you insist. Thank you” she takes the gift in her hands. Unwrapping the carefully woven leaves, it revealed a marvelous bracelet. This made her gasp at its beauty.

The bracelet was woven in the Tipani style, colorful beads carefully embedded along with a light pink feather in the center under the beautiful beads. A style that she hasn't seen before. So she places it above her head, letting the sunlight shine among the beads, revealing their beautiful colors.

“Oh atan, it is beautiful! I promise I will forever treasure it and never take it off!” Lu’law declares as she puts the bracelet on her wrist. It fitted like a glove.

Atan was so happy! To see lu’law smile was truly a blessing. The curves of her lips when exposing her pretty white teeth was something. The view made his heart thump like never before.

“I am so glad, I was worried that you wouldn't like it,” he confessed. “Like it? Atan, I LOVE it!” lu’law replies with glee. Hearing his name come out of her voice was pleasuring. Atan wishes to hear more of it.

Lu’law grabs his hand and leads him somewhere, to start another journey together.

And for days it has been like that. Everyday lu’law and atan would meet in a specific area and go on an adventure. And every day, Atan would gift lu’law something new. Each gift more extravagant than the last.

And for days Atan’s feelings grow more clear and more strong. Too afraid to confess to lu’law, in fear that she will reject him. And so far, Atan hasnt told anyone about his feelings, not even his mother.

Until now that is.

Laying on his hammock, Atan gazes at the sunset, the orange and purple hues painting the sky.

His mother noticed his odd silence and walked over to him. “My son, will you go to meet your friend?” she asks softly. Atan turns to her and nods with a little blush. “Yes, in a bit but mother…there is something I have to ask” he says with hesitance in his voice. His mother scoots closer, all ears on him.

“How did you and father fall in love?” he asks.

Oh this turned more interesting.

Laying beside her son, and gaze at the sky, a smile crept up to the tsahiks lips. Fond memories play back in her mind.

“Where do I even begin?” she asks.

“From the beginning” Atan replies as if it was the most obvious thing. His mother giggled and pinched his nose. “Very well”

She takes a moment and begins to tell her story.

“Your father and I were arranged. We just passed our iknimaya and your grandmother saw potential in me. While I did strive to be a good healer, she saw beyond. And proceeded to train me. At an early point I met your father. He was a bit hesitant but never rejected me. And I didn't reject him. Skeptic yes, but I wanted to see where it would go” .

Atan’s ears peaked up, he had his full attention on her.

“It was a bit odd and strange for us to be together at communal dinners, and certain celebrations. However, not once did your father mistreat me. In fact, he respected me. If I wanted to hunt, or create my own weapons, he didn't stop me. If anything, he searched for the best materials for me. It was his way of showing he sees me as someone more than just a potential mate. He courted me, gave me unique yet simple gifts. We would even hunt together. And I of course began to show him the same level of effort as he did with me. I made sure his weapons were well maintained, made batches of healing materials should he come to me with wounds. And learned what he liked best in his meals. Love didn't happen overnight, my child. Love takes time to grow, develop, and explore. And love is something to be nourished and tended to. The love your father and I have is blissful. And I can't imagine a life without him”.

Atan looked at her with great amazement. Yes, their love story isn't unique or one of a kind, but it was honest and pure.

“What made you so curious ma’atan?” the mother asks.

Atan looks down, afraid to tell the reason. But it didn't take long for the tsahik to figure it out.

“My son, do you perhaps have feelings for someone?” hope hinted in her voice.

“W-well…I am still trying to figure that out myself. You see….she is kind, sweet and very caring. Very open to express how she feels and isn't afraid to try anything new. And she shows me so many things. Taught me methods and learn new ways to go around in the forest, and fields. I have seen things that isn't seen often in our forests. And I like that. I like how she introduces me to new idealis, concepts, and skills. *sighs* and everytime I am with her, my heart beats faster, my words tangle, and my mind can't be focused. And I think I-”

“Might be in love?” his mother finished.

Atan nods shyly, “yes…I really really like her mother”.

The tsahik hugged her son and squeals in happiness. “Oh my son! My heart skips in joy! Oh we should should tell your father!”.

“No! Not yet at least, I want to confess to her first, before anything is set…I will try to confess and if she accepts me, I wish to court her” Atan says with determination. His mother blinks at this news.

“Ma’atan, are you certain?” she asks.

And atan nods, more confident.

“Very well, tell me. Who is the one who captured my son's heart?”

Lu’law was humming in glee as she helps her mother and Tsireya prepare dinner. The two women noticed her high spirits and smiling constantly. For days Lu’law was in a good mood constantly. Wasn't talking in a loud voice often, being more calm and docile. She didn't even try to hide it as everyone knew the obvious change. Especially her brothers who knew the reason behind it.

Tsireya and Syawn shared a look and turned to Lu’law. “You certainly have been very joyfull these past few days, my child. Any particular reason?” Syawn asks in a teasing manner. The sudden question made Lu’law become silent for a moment, a blush creeping to her cheeks.

“Nothing special. I just enjoy being here, much like everyone else. Nothing wrong with just being happy” Lu’law says, albeit a bit defensively. Trying to be calm as she chops pieces of meat.

“Are you sure it's not because of a certain Tipani na’vi~?” Syawn asks.

Lu’law almost chopped off her finger.

Tisreya giggles but surprised, “a Tipani? My, they are a very reserved clan” she comments. “Not all of them! There are a few exceptions…” Lu’law defends while rubbing her arm. The two women smiled at her little manners. Oh they know the behavior very well.

The women stopped what they were doing and huddled closer to Lu’law. “Sweet one, it is ok to be honest. Especially with your feelings. Hiding your feelings will get you nowhere. Believe me”.

Lu’law pondered at her mothers words and hummed a bit in thought. Tsireya pushed a bit of lu’law hair back, tucking it behind her ear, “can we at least know the reason behind your bright smiles?” she asks.

Taking a deep breath, Lu’law mentally prepares herself, “it is my friend. And yes, he is from the Tipani clan. You see, ever since I met him, things have been fun. More fun than usual. He is a bit shy, and hesitant but he is a good person. When I am with him, life is more calm, still adventurous yet the pace is slow in a good way. When I show him things, he responds with his gratitude. I don't ask for anything yet he insists. That is something I have come to admire. I give him something, and he returns the gesture. He is just…..kind. And every time I am with him, my brain turns into tv static, my heart jumps, and my focus isn't focusing”.

Syawn and Tsireya listened very closely as they shared a look. They knew very well where this could lead to.

“Little one, it seems as though…you are growing feelings for this Tipani boy” Tsireya says with a hopeful smile. Lu’law blinks rapidly, processing her words. “What? No, no that can't be right” Lu’law says, a bit in denial.

Syawn pulls her daughter into her arms and gently rocks her back and forth. “Ma’Lu’law, it is ok. It may be confusing, a bit scary even. But having feelings for someone you are close to is alright as well. Normal”.

“But I have only known him for almost a full week now” Lu’law says. Tsireya then adds, “even if it is for a short time of getting to know them. It is normal. Our emotions can be unpredictable at times but if it is something that our hearts desire, feelings will grow for that special someone”.

Lu’law slowly nods, taking her mother and aunts words.

“I think I get it now”

“Wonderful! Um, if it is alright, who is this friend of yours?” Tsireya asks gently.

“His name is atan, the Tipani prince”

“Oh shit-”

The following day, Atan was once again preparing some items when his father walked up to him, “Atan” he calls with his stern voice.

The boy quickly turned to face his father, all his attention now turned to the olo’eyktan. The man in question looked up and down at his son, taking in every detail of his son. “These past few days you have been absent after the trials. Where do you go that is more important than attending to your clan duties?” he asks.

This was something Atan was afraid to confront with his father. To explain the reasons behind his constant absence.

“Father, any service I offer is of no use as many have no need for it. I would be wasting my time doing nothing when I could be doing something else more useful” He claims.

The olo’eyktan then asks, “and what is more important than being with your own clan?”

“Do I tell him?” Atan thinks to himself.

The leader frowned even more as he continues, “You have done nothing in my eyes, have you done any training since we arrived? I think not, you wander around like some arrow deer. I brought you here to-”

“I made a friend” Atan blurted out.

There was a moment of silence, a moment that felt longer.

“What was that?” The olo’eyktan asks, his voice calm but not pleased.

“I m-made a friend, we have been friends for a good while. She is kind and good to me, and I have learned so much-”

“A friend? My son, how many times must I tell you? Any and all young na’vi will only use you to gain recognition and have any form of status. Which is why I appoint who is worthy to even be by your side” Atan’s father says, dissuading what atan said.

The young prince shook his head, “no father, my friend, she is kind. She has shown me things that I could never see again in a lifetime, we rode our ikrans together, introduced me to different clans and their people. I learned more from her than I will back home” Atan states.

His father hums quietly, from being dismissal to now being interested he asks, “and who is this friend you praise so much?”.

There was a moment of silence before Atan reveals the name.

“Her name is Lu’law Sully, the famous triplet of the Omatikaya…and is the grand daughter of Toruk Makto”

This time, Lu’law was waiting for atan at the agreed area. Her tail sways in a playful manner, playing with her hands as her heart makes leaps. After talking with her mother and aunt, lu’law has come to the conclusion of her true feelings for atan. She has fallen for the Tipani prince. And did she fall hard after the realization.

There were many things running in her mind at once.

Will she tell atan? If so, how? Now? Later? Never?

So many scenarios play in her mind like quick flashes of every possibility. Yet none seem more plausible.

She can only hope, and pray to Eywa that everything can go smoothly. That whatever happens, it happens well.

And massive support from her brothers of course.

“Lu’law!”

Never had she turned her head around so quick before. Her eyes meet Atan’s lovely amber eyes. They share a smile as he gets closer.

“Lu’law, I have something for you” Atan says with happiness and love in his voice. Holding a wrapped package. Lu’law playfully rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Atan? You don't have to give me anything, just being with you is enough” Lu’law tries to reason with her dear friend. But if anything, it only made atan fall deeper for her.

“I know but I can't help it. This one however, I really want you to have it” Atan says, he can't help but let out an awkward smile. The nerves getting to him.

Lu’law couldn't help but smile at him, inwardly sighing as she accepts the gift. She noticed Atan’s tail was swaying in a specific manner. Like he is anticipating her reaction. Raising an eyebrow she starts to open her gift.

And upon reveal was a beautiful necklace, the colors chosen were of reds, oranges and yellows. All woven in the Tipani style. Each colored bead made a perfect blend of the three colors. With hints of dark green in the fiber, it was quite well detailed. More extravagant than all of the other gifts.

“Oh Atan…this…this is beyond what you usually give me. This is more, far more detailed and more complex” Lu’law lists as she takes in everything.

“But do you like it…?” Atan asked, his nerves going crazy.

“Atan, you know I always love your gifts. Even this one, let me put it one” Lu’law says as she carefully puts on the necklace. A light hearted giggle escapes her lips and she does a twirl.

“How do I look? Does it suit me?” Lu’law asks in a playful manner while doing a small pose to display her new gift.

Atan could die happy, to see lu’law wearing something of his clan makes his heart thump in joy. This is different from all the gifts he made for her. This one was different. This gift was the start of courting her, officially.

Lu’lafyon and Lu’Tstunwi were assisting their mother in gathering some herbs to ground for spices near a lake. There was a calm silence between the three as they work together until Lu’lafyon decided to open his mouth.

“Sa’nok do you think lu’law would find a mate here?”

Syawn almost fell into the water had not Lu’Tstunwi catches her on time.

“Bro!” he calls out, slightly annoyed. Lu’Lafyon shrugged, still waiting for an answer,

“A mate? Here? Well we are already half way through the Skxom hunt, I don't think there is enough time to get to know someone enough to proceed courting. Why would you ask that?” Syawn says with a concerning curiosity.

Lu’Lafyon looks past behind her to see Lu’Tstunwi giving him gestures to not say anything, Looking back at his mother with some slight hesitant in his voice.

“No reason, just wondering,” He replies.

Syawn huffs out a relief and continues doing her task.

“Lu’law finding a mate here. It would be quite a shock, especially with your father. He would lose his mind”.

“I am about to lose my mind with this!” Neteyam says in a frustrating way. He, lo’ak and jake were carefully making their way through a small field of cloud spitters. Jake chuckles in amusement, “I am surprised it's not lo’ak losing patience”.

“I find it a bit relaxing honestly” Lo’ak responds.

“Too bad there isn't a shortcut, but we are almost there '' Jake tells his sons as he views the Omatikaya section.

“Better be worth it, gathering those sunflowers” Neteyam states as he carries his own weight of the sunflowers.

“Trust me, this will give the pali’s great source of nutrients and energy. At least that is what Nefika told me” Jake says.

Finally making it, they can see syawn with her sons, making neteyam smile for a moment.

“Lu’law isn't anywhere near here” he says to his brother and father. The due take a long look at their section, and true, lu’law wasn't at the omatikaya section. Slowly they make their way to their main tent as they still keep an eye out for the sister triplet.

“Perhaps she is recording other areas' ' Jake suggests. Lo’ak had a different thought, “Maybe she is off to meet some scrawny skxawng and sneak around”. Jake was quick to hit him in the back of the head.

“Shut it boy, don't talk about that kind of stuff” Jake warned him. He looked to see neteyam who was standing frozen still. Way too still for anyone's liking.

“I was joking!!” Lo’ak was quick to claim as he walked up to neteyam.

Neteyam himself was in his own mind. So many thoughts running through his mind.

What is lu’law doing after leaving breakfast? What makes her spend so many hours alone? Who is she with? Is she safe? Who is constantly getting her attention? Who could be more important than her family? Is lu’law being deceived? He wouldn't hesitate to-

“Neteyam”

Neteyam’s train of thoughts were broken when he heard his father’s voice. Looking towards Jake, he can read certain expressions.

“Your daughter is fine. Remember what norm asked her to do? Record everything. And most likely that is what lu’law is doing. Recording everything there is of the hunt. It is only natural she goes out and perhaps talk to other clans. She always comes back either way”

Jake's words comforted neteyam. Yes, he forgot about the camera.

But for better measure, asking where lu’law is going everyday wouldn't hurt.

“Cant you stay a little longer? You were getting better” Atan whines a bit, almost begging lu’law to stay with him. The girl can't help but smile at his small antic.

“I wish I could, but the longer I stay, the more worried my family will be. And it's only so long can my siblings keep my parents distracted '' She answers. Lu’law grabs atan’s hands and intertwined her fingers with his. She looks up at his eyes, golden eyes staring at each one’s soul. Bright and glimmering.

“Your family, I am interested in meeting the rest of them. I have met your brothers, but I am curious to meet your parents and your uncle Loki, '' Atan says as a small chuckle escapes his lip. Lu’law however, she chucked but more in a nervous manner.

“My mother might welcome you. But my father, uummmm not so much. If anything, he might try to scare you” Lu’law explains. Worst neteyam could do is skin atan alive. And that is something she doesn't want.

But for atan, he sees it as a welcoming challenge. His father did say it is the fathers that are the the forefront of the families and not every father out there is more than willing to accept a potential mate for their daughter.

“Then how would you suggest I approach him?” Atan asks, if he wants to make peace with lu’laws father, anything is open for suggestions.

Tapping her chin, lu’law hums a bit. “Well…that is a bit hard to say. I dont want you to fake anything, he can sense it. Oh! Approach my mother first, if she accepts you then my father would tolerate you more”.

Seems easy enough.

“But we have to pick the right moment. My father and uncle already suspect my absence” Lu’law warns.

“Then how about tomorrow during communal dinner? Would that be enough time?” Atan asks, the sooner the better. There is only so many days left before the hunt is over. And it seems it satisfied lu’law.

“Alright, tomorrow at omatikaya grounds” Lu’law says. With their final goodbyes, each left to their own grounds. Already looking forward to tomorrow.

Atan made it back safely to his grounds, where he greets his mother and father. The tsahik welcomes him in a warm hug and quickly serves him a warm meal that was recently cooked. Thanking his mother, he takes a bite. The flavors dance on his tongue, increasing his good mood.

Yes, all will be good in the end.

“Did you give it to her?” his father asks, a bit too eager. Matching the same level of eagerness, atan nodes. “Yes, and she accepted it. Tomorrow, I will meet her family” he announced.

Ths tsahik squeals in joy, hugging atan again. “I knew it! Eywa has truly found the one for you my son. Time is now your only enemy. They will accept you. And we already accept her”. Taking a bit more food, Atan leaves to prepare for tomorrow. Leaving the olo’eyktan and tsahik alone to talk once more.

“Are you sure this is the right way to approach?” the tsahik asks, a bit concerned. Her mate nods confidently. “Yes, with the omatikaya as his mate, it will tie the tipani with that clan. With their skills and knowledge, we will be stronger than we have ever been”

Lu’law opens the flap of the tent to see everyone sitting down just in time for dinner. The smell of the good was very enticing, making her more hungry. Making her way, she sits between her brothers as her parents begin to fill the bowls.

“How was your day my sweet? Had another adventure?” Syawn asks while smiling adoringly. Lu’law couldn't help but blush a bit. Accepting the bowl full of yummy stew, she begins to eat.

“That necklace is new, did you make it lu’law?” Neteyam asks, cutting to the chase. Syawn hissed at him lowly, but it was evident neteyam had something on his mind.

“Yes, but I didn't make it. A friend did” Lu’law responds a bit cautiously. Glancing at her brothers who share a worried look. She forgot to take it off before going in.

“May we see it?” Syawn asks gently, stretching out her hand. Gulping down her nervousness, but cant fight down the tension rising. Untying the necklace, she hands it to her mother who accepts it gracefully.

Neteyam leans closer to his wife as they both inspect the necklace in great detail. “My my, this pattern of weaving is very fancy looking. Certainly not omatikaya or metkayina…no…” Syawn does her best to guess. Neteyam recognizes the pattern all too well.

“It is from the Tipani clan” it was a matter of fact statement.

Both parents turned to look at lu’law. '`Who gave this to you lu’law?’ Neteyam asks in a stern voice, his anger slowly growing.

Oh how lu’law wanted to hide behind her brothers, To hide and forget all of this. But even lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi are helpless in this situation. Any wrong move and they will be in trouble.

“Ummmm��.w-well…..” she tries to say.

“Sweetie, please tell us. This necklace…my sweet girl do you know what this means? What this necklace signifies?” Syawn pleads to her daughter. Hoping that she has a slight clue.

“No…?”

Neteyam slams the necklace down, unable to control this boiling anger. “For Eywa’s sake-IT IS A COURTING GIFT!”

Silence was there is in the tent. No eyes blinking, no movement, only silence.

Lu’law was slowly processing what her father said, “courting? No no, it was just a gift of appreciation. He would have told me”. She shakes her head, trying to reason her father and also herself. This isn't right. This wasn't how she wanted it to go. What has she accepted? What did atan do exactly?

“I will ask you one more time lu’law sully, who is the na’vi that gifted you this courting necklace?” Neteyam asks, eyes burning in amber. Heat flowing in his body, and it is not from the cooking fire.

“Sis…it is best you tell him. They all have to know at some point” Lu’tstunwi pleads with his sister. So, taking a deep breath, she answers.

“Atan Afyawusìntxu, son of the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik, prince of the Tipani clan”

Syawn can only place her face between her hands.

“Here we go again”

Far from camping grounds, on the holy grounds where the hidden Sarentu tree of souls resides, Nefika was there, feeling the energies around her.

As she was connected to the tree with her queue, she senses a form of disturbance. Looking up at the tree with adoration and love, she smiles.

“It seems there is storm to come before paradise grows”

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