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[takingthefastlane]

From the first interaction meme

(@cyberghost-scout)

“ It’s not very polite to stare, you know. ” Phantasma blunt stated to the new cybertronian.

First interactions rp meme

" Ah- My apologies.. you just.. look like someone I've seen before.."

~ Quickshadow apologized as she looked to the femme. She usually wasn't so scatterbrained when interacting with others, but there was just.. something about this femme that seemed- Off. ~

[vminizzle]

Unplanned night

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : angst, smut

warnings : soft dom!jungkook, jealous!reader (not that jealous tho), argument, teasing, pet names, swearing, sexting?, cybersex?, voyeurism, masturbation, marking, manhandling, praising, slight chocking, penetration, unprotected sex, doggy style, missionary, mirror sex, multiple orgasms (3), overstimulation, creampie, cockwarming. ( lot of words had been repeated sorry 💀 that’s actually embarrassing.) HONESTLY I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS THIS FIC SORRY

words count : 3.8k

A/N : hello hello, i hope you all doing fine. I felt like I haven’t posted in awhile even tho I posted there are a few days ago. well, here a little something I just wrote in my car while waiting for my next course in uni, because I’m introverted and I don’t interact with human irl. I rather stay in my car lmao. THIS is ACTUALLY the messiest thing I’ve ever wrote, but I hope you’ll like it tho, decided to change a bit. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. Love y’all !! -sunny

Heavily unedited!!

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"Oh c’mon don’t act like you’re innocent." you rolled your eyes.

"you’re exaggerating." he shook his head exasperated, throwing the keys on the counter.

Jungkook and you just came back home from a dinner with your friends, the evening was going well until one of your old college classmate joined you. She invited herself at your table without any shame.

Not only she was annoying but she was flirting with your husband.

"you flirted back!" you pointed at him as he followed you to the living room.

"now you’re just saying bullshit!" 

"C’mon if I wasn’t there she’d had sit on your lap! I had to put my hand on your thigh to remind her I was here, because she kept on touching you. She’s so fucking touchy and all, it irritated me!"

Jungkook sighed as he watched you stomping back and forth around the glass table.

"Listen, it’s not like that. You know I wouldn’t had let that happen-"

"wow that’s awesome! Should I congratulate you for saying that?" you threw your hands in the air dramatically.

"now, you’re gonna calm the fuck down because you’re getting annoying." he huffed at your behavior.

You stared at him speechless as he let his body drop on the couch.

"so i am annoying now?" you put your hands on your hips looking down at your husband, this one sighing heavily.

"It’s not like th-"

"It’s like what then?"

"You’re overreacting."

"she purposely tripped over you and that disrespectful slut kissed your neck!" you pointed toward his neck.

"that’s the collar of my fucking shirt!" he furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief.

"still! look at it! her ugly lipstick stained it."

"y/n." he started, resting his elbows on his knees, looking up at you.

"we’re not gonna argue because of that, are we?" he lifted an eyebrow up expectantly.

"I wouldn’t be arguing with you right now, if you didn’t opened your mouth to defend her." you crossed your arms over your chest angrily.

"what the fuck are you saying this time?! I didn’t even defend her!" he breathed deeply trying to keep his calm.

"you knew damn well she used to have a crush on you when we were in college but you didn’t put her in her place when she started flirting with you! She’s so shameless that she did it in front of me. Let me remind you that you’re married-"

"oh yea, the fuck I am." he rolled his eyes letting his body fall back on the couch again.

"what do you mean?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"you don’t get it y/n. I didn’t flirt with her."

"it’s the way you talked to her. You still talked like we were in college. And when she touched you? You didn’t even moved! You let her do what she felt like." your grip on your purse tightening at the thought of it.

"I don’t want to argue with you princess, please let’s not. You probably misunderstood the situation. You know I love you and I wouldn’t flirt with anyone else than you, my wife." you gulped, his words making your heart beat slowly as you started feeling guilty.

But what you’ve seen tonight was just annoying. You just wanted to jump on her and choke her to death for touching your husband. You weren’t really the jealous type but there are limits to respect. And this woman crossed the line.

"but Jungkook, she knows damn well we’re married. Why would she acted like that?"

"maybe she was a bit too tipsy-"

"and again! you’re finding fucking excuses to defend her!" you threw your purse on him angrily, this one catching it midway to not get hit. 

You started walking away to the stairs making Jungkook groaned throwing the purse aside on the glass table annoyed.

"now where are you going?" he asked.

"bedroom. I don’t want to continue fighting with you tonight." you replied dryly.

"argh fuck it!" Jungkook threw his head back frustrated.

Usually, when you came back from a date or dinner with your friends, you both would come home in a good mood - a very good mood. 

Starting with slow little kisses at the front door, clothes on the floor in the living room as you both undress each other impatiently as you made your way upstairs to the bedroom.

But tonight, your plan have been changed.

Earlier, the ride was way too quiet, the atmosphere cold. No holding hands, only your husband stealing glances time to time at your angry figure sat next to him in the car.

Slamming the bedroom’s door and locking it, you made your way to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

You stared into the void, thinking about your husband being close but not so close of you. He was in the house but it felt like he wasn’t here. It felt like he was far, really far away from you.

You didn’t wanted to be mad at him but his behavior got on your nerves. You weren’t even sure if he did something bad or not?

Did he? You hesitated.

Because letting another woman touch your arm and feeling "how strong you got since college" is not the best thing to let happen, right? On top of that, just next to your wife.

You stared at your phone, the screen showing your wallpaper, the beautiful picture of your wedding decorating it.

Suddenly, an idea popped in your mind. You’ve never done that before, but guess there is a first time to everything.

You decided to get on his nerves too. But in a better way. 

Jungkook is the type to get impatient over things he really wants. Things he wants right away if he had the chance to get it.

So teasing him was the best way to drive him mad. And on top of that, you’d get advantage from this little "punishment".

Jungkook grabbed his phone from his back pocket as he heard a notification.

He furrowed his eyebrows confused as he saw your name displayed on the screen.

y/n : [ attachment ] 

His eyes widened when he opened the message making him chock on his own saliva. He stopped breathing for a second, gulping as his eyes stayed glued on his screen.

"is she serious right now?" he pursed his lips not knowing how to feel.

He stood up walking upstairs to the bedroom.

"open the door." he knocked on the bedroom’s door firmly.

"no! I’m not gonna open." you replied calmly.

"I’m asking again. Open that fucking door y/n. I’m not playing." he knocked again impatient.

"I said no." you repeated confidently.

y/n : [ attachment ]

"why are you doing that?" he whined, resting his head on the marble separating you from him.

The "naughty" picture of you making him lose his mind.

Your beautiful body clamped in a black lingerie, sat on the carpeted floor on your knees facing the mirror, left hand cupping your bra covered breast, a small smirk decorating your pretty lips.

y/n : [ attachment ]

Jungkook gulped as he opened the new "punishment" you were "imposing" him.

Sat on the floor completely this time, still facing the big mirror, your left hand was now laying between your parted legs, covering the part where you needed him. 

< your hand would had been much better but I’ll do with what I have. > 

Jungkook bit his bottom lip, the caption making blood rush down there.

"C’mon please. Open the door baby." he asked desperately.

"nope. go away. I won’t open it."

"fuck! you’re really stubborn when you want to."

He groaned going downstairs to the living room disappointed, he sat on the couch thinking about a way to make you open the door before he lose his patience and break it.

Suddenly, his phone rang pushing him out of his thoughts. He immediately grabbed it without any second thought.

[ FaceTime ] 

His thumb reacted faster than his brain as he pressed on the green button. 

"y/n why-"

Jungkook stopped when he saw you.

He closed his eyes shut tight, feeling his pants getting tighter.

You smirked as you stared at your husband’s reaction.

"why are you doing that?" he muttered literally in pain, lowering his head 

"why? hmm.. guess." you pursed your lips.

"I didn’t do anything." 

"if you say so." you shrugged.

"C’mon open the door please." he looked at his phone again, his eyes dark, staring at your half naked body.

You thought for a moment before shaking your head with a playful smile.

"gosh what do you want from me? beg? I’ll do anything you want baby." he whined making you smirk.

"aw you’re so cute when you’re needy." you tilted your head to the side feeling satisfied.

You put your laptop away from your lap, pushing it a bit farther on the bed from you. You sat on your knees, facing the device.

Jungkook stared at the screen, throat getting dry.

"do you like it?" you smiled cutely, referring to the lingerie adorning your body, hand sliding from your chest to your lower stomach.

"so much, you can’t even imagine." he whispered, eyes following your hand down resting on top of your thigh.

He gulped as your other hand went up to play with the strap of the bra.

"the straps are so thin, or is it just me?"

"they’re fine." he breathed out making you hummed.

"what about the panties? lacy, do you like it?" you smirked knowing well that’s what he loves.

His weakness.

"fuck honey stop teasing!" he groaned impatiently.

"shh, calm down." you put a finger on your own lips.

Your fingers hooked in the waistband of the lacy material, pulling it slowly aside showing how stretchy the underwear was.

"It seems so fragile." you said with a fake disappointed voice.

You bent down a little to look closer to the screen, showing a bit more of your cleavage on purpose.

Jungkook’s hand travelled down to his pants, resting it on his confined boner as he watched your own hand sliding down between your legs.

"it feels so good." you said as you drew little circles on your lightly covered clit making Jungkook moan lowly, hand pressing on his bulge.

"fuck." he laid himself more comfortably on the couch, eyes not leaving the screen. 

You closed your eyes as your hand travelled up to cup your breast firmly, your other hand still teasing you, rubbing slowly on your clit.

"take it off princess." he said making you looked at him.

"please."

You weren’t used to it, doing such thing. You tried your best to stay confident but your body was burning from how shy you felt at the moment.

"do it."

Your hands went behind your back, unhooking the bra throwing it on the carpeted floor.

"fuck yes." he started unbuttoning his shirt, getting rid of it as he felt hot.

Jungkook put his phone on the glass table, quickly unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants and boxer down at once.

Taking his device back, his eyes wandered all over your body.

You looked so beautiful. 

Jungkook knew you tried to act nonchalant, sure of what you were doing, so he decided to play along and make you feel more confortable.

"hey look at me.” he said softly.

"touch yourself."

You froze for a few seconds before he talked again.

"C’mon baby touch yourself for me." he said breathlessly as he grabbed his cock pumping it slowly.

"you’re so gorgeous, look how hard I am because of you." he hissed, his thumb teasing himself as he brushed it over the slit.

You opened your mouth, no words coming out when he lowered his phone, showing you what his hand was busy doing.

"take these off too pretty please." he ordered gently, eyes on the black garment covering you from him.

Jungkook always been like that.

Even when you tried to be in control, he always finds a way to take over.

It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy when you tried to be the one in control but you always end up whining for him to continue. And the way you’re so submissive for him always excited him.

You complied, hooking your fingers into the lacy material dragging it down your legs, discarding it away.

Your husband moaned at the view. The dimmed light enough to show your perfect features. 

"lay down and open your legs for me." his voice low.

You took a deep breath as you laid back on the pillow, parting your legs timidly.

"now touch yourself. show me how you do it. show me how you pleasure yourself."

"Jungkook." you whimpered as your fingers came in contact with your core.

"yes my love?" his hand still stroking his cock slowly, knowing you were lost already to answer him.

You slid two fingers between your glistening lips, teasing your entrance.

"put a finger in." he said between breaths.

Entering a finger slowly inside you, you grabbed on the sheet.

"put another one baby."

You let a breathy moan escaped from your mouth as you inserted another finger.

"good girl." he said eyes sparking at how submissive you were. 

"Imagine it’s my fingers." Jungkook watched with dark eyes as your fingers went in and out of you.

"yours are better." you whined as you went faster.

Jungkook moved his wrist faster too, tightening his fist around him.

"fuck princess you’re so fucking pretty."

You looked toward the laptop, watching as your husband pleasured himself, his eyes closed, mouth ajar, his head leaned back.

You moaned loudly as you rubbed your clit adding stimulation to push you closer to your orgasm.

"keep going baby." Jungkook encouraged you.

You threw your head back into the pillows as you felt it coming.

"Jungkook I’m-"

"Cum for me." he moaned loudly as he came on his hand, some landing on his lower stomach making him swear as he kept on stroking himself.

Your left hand went to play with your hardened nipple, your thumb flicking it.

You started clenching around your fingers as you came, moaning your husband’s name loudly.

"you did well darling." you heard Jungkook praised as you tried to catch your breath.

You stared at the laptop screen, eyes on him, the man staring at you too.

"fuck it." you groaned getting off the bed, grabbing the device and shutting it off.

Jungkook threw his phone away, getting rid of his pants and boxer pooling at his ankles as he rushed to the stairs to go to the bedroom.

You put the laptop on the furniture near the large mirror facing the bed before walking to the door, unlocking it.

Jungkook was about to knock on it when you opened it.

You looked into each other’s eyes, lust fogging each other’s mind.

You suddenly grabbed him by the back of his neck surprising him as you pulled him down on you, enveloping his lips in an eager kiss.

"god I fucking need you." Jungkook parted away pulling you on him, your chest pressed against his muscular one.

He bent down to kiss on your neck softly, sucking on the skin, your hands flat on his chest.

"Jungkook." you breathed hastily making him hummed.

"I want you."

"I knew you couldn’t resist me." he smirked making you look away embarrassed.

"and I can’t resist you either." he grinned lifting your face to look at your flustered face.

"you know I was about to break that fucking door to come make love to you when you sent me those pretty pictures." he grabbed you by your hips, your heart picking up the pace as he backed you to the bed.

"now that I’m here, I’ll take you as much as you can handle." he warned, his gaze a bit too serious.

He pushed you gently on the mattress, hovering over your bare body.

He attached his lips with yours, sucking on your tongue. You kissed him lovingly as your fingers made their to his hair.

His teeth pulled on your bottom lip as he detached from the heated kiss.

You felt his hard on pressing against the inside of your thigh making you feel aroused again.

Jungkook stood up, making you support yourself on your elbows, looking at him confused.

"on all fours. right now." he ordered with a too gentle voice for the current situation.

"what!?" you furrowed your eyebrows sitting up.

"I said, on all fours." he repeated approaching your frozen body. 

He lifted you up effortlessly, making you on your knees, hands in front of you as he positioned himself behind you.

"do you need prep or your little cam girl session earlier was enough?" he teased.

"fuck you." you muttered making him laugh.

Jungkook held your hip as he took his cock in his hand, aligning himself at your entrance.

He rubbed the head of it on your glistening lips making you whimpered.

"stop teasing."

"oh darling, you’re started it." he reminded.

"but since I’m way too impatient right now I won’t tease you." he sighed playfully as he moved forward.

"tell me to stop at any moment if it hurts or anything yea?"

"please do something." you pushed your bottom back on him, his hands stilling your hips.

Jungkook penetrated you painfully slow, making you feel every inches of his cock, the little vein on the side stroking against your velvety wall made you feel dizzy already.

You gasped as he started moving, his hands holding firmly on your sides.

"you feel so good around me." he threw his head back, his fingernails digging into the flesh of your hips.

He looked in front of him, his cock twitching inside you at the view, making you clench around him at the sudden feeling.

"fuck!" 

Jungkook hand travelled all along your spine to your hair, pulling you up to him, your back flat against his hard chest. 

He grabbed on your chin, making you looked in front of you.

You moaned as Jungkook hand went to grab your breast, massaging it gently, his finger teasing the erected bud, flicking it over and over, making you lose your mind.

"look at you." he pointed to the infamous mirror facing the bed.

"taking me so well."

His fingertips dancing on the smooth skin of your stomach.

You knitted your eyebrows, mouth ajar as you felt this familiar knot in the pit of your stomach.

"babe I’m close." you whimpered, your hand clasped on his forearm as you started clenching around him uncontrollably.

"Look in the mirror. Look at me when I’m making you feel good darling." he ordered.

His hand travelling up to your neck, fingers around your throat. He applied a light pressure enough to make you overwhelmed.

You shook your head, tears forming in your eyes as you felt his fingers rubbing on your clit.

"open your eyes pretty." he bit on your earlobe softly, his breath fanning over your neck.

You opened your eyes meeting his lustful ones.

You wanted to look away, his stare making you feel small but he was just so attractive, you couldn’t take your eyes off his face.

Some stands of his long black hair sticked on his sweaty forehead, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, droplets of sweat running down his neck, eyebrows knitted as he concentrated on hitting the spot that could make you see stars.

His beautiful veiny tattooed hand still resting around your neck.

You cried out as you came around him.

Jungkook held your weak body as he felt your thighs trembled from your orgasm, the pleasure too much for you to handle as he kept on snapping his hips into yours.

He suddenly switched position as he laid you on your back.

"fuck! you feel so fucking good! so warm and tight!" your husband moaned as he went faster, his hand grabbing your thigh angling it higher resting it on his waist.

You sobbed as he started sucking softly on your nipple, his wet muscle caressing the hard bud as he licked it, looking up at your face.

"I- i cant-" you chocked a moan when he bent down to bite on the abused skin of your neck.

"I’m so close." he moaned lowly in your ear.

You let a tear roll down your cheek as the overstimulation was getting unbearable.

"too much." you sobbed, head spinning at the pleasure hitting you again.

Your nails buried deep into the flesh of his back, scratching the soft skin as your legs started trembling again.

He groaned as he picked up the pace making the headboard hit the wall.

He put your leg back down as he felt his own orgasm coming.

Jungkook held your hands at each sides of your head before intertwining your fingers together.

"Jungkook!" you tightened your hands around his, squeezing your eyes shut as you let your orgasm washed over you.

Jungkook came inside you after a few strong thrusts, filling you up to the brim, a loud moan of your name passing by his lips.

His body collapsed on top of yours as he stayed inside you.

You breathed heavily, hand going up to caress his back, the other hand going on the back of his head caressing his messy hair.

He left lazy wet kisses on your neck after a few minutes.

"I love you." he whispered, face resting on your chest.

"I love you." you pecked the top of his head softly.

"did I go too hard?" he asked hoping he didn’t do too much, if he didn’t hurt you or push you over your limits.

"no, don’t worry." you reassured him still stroking his scratched back.

He hummed feeling your soft touches caressing over the burning skin, enjoying the warmth of your body under him.

"y/n?" he called quietly making you hum.

"I’m sorry." he lifted his head up to look at you.

"Koo it’s o-"

"no no listen please. I don’t know why you thought all these things. But forget them. You definitely misunderstood. I’ll never do whatever you said earlier. I love you and you only. I’d never flirt with anyone else than you. I’ll never disrespect you in any way. You mean so much for me. I respect you a lot. You’re my wife. The person I love the most. I don’t care about her and I didn’t find excuses to defend her." he explained making you feel guilty again.

"I want to apologize for my behavior earlier. I was so mad and I wasn’t think right I guess. She got on my nerves and I maybe, accused you for doing what you probably didn’t do. I’m sorry." you sighed making you husband shook his head.

"don’t apologize my love." he caressed your cheek before pecking your lips.

"I love you so much Jungkook. You mean so much for me too."

He rolled the both you over, so you're laying on top.

"I love you more, my favorite cam girl." he grinned making you slapped his chest.

"gosh you’re so annoying."

Jungkook laughed, hugging you tightly.

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a/n : probably a weird way to finish this fic sorry 🥸. Well, I hope it wasn’t that bad. Thank you for reading! I love y’all.

[i-hate-people-1]

I noticed that there is a very little amount of DJATS fanfic so I wrote this in like an hour so it’s pretty short but I might write for it more

Masterlist

Warren Rojas X Fem Reader

Y/N "It all started out very simply; all I did was find the cheapest place that was available for rent."

Warren "Man, that day was wild. It was three weeks after the first tour went up in flames. Me and the guys saw her moving in and decided to help her."

Eddie "I mean, she was hot as hell, so of course we were going to help her."

Karen: "The guys wanted to help her because she was hot, but I just wanted another girlfriend because there was entirely too much testosterone around me and she was awesome."

"What on earth are you guys doing?" Karen asked the boys who were all huddled by the window.

"Shhhh," Graham shushed her, not bothering to look at her.

"Why does she have to be quiet?" It’s not like the hot girl can hear us." Warren asked.

"Yeah, if anything, she’s going to see us and think we are creeps," Eddie added, not looking away from the window despite his statement.

"You are creeps" Karen said joining the boys. Looking out the window to see a girl struggling to carry a car full of boxes inside the house next door, "we should help her." Karen paused, looking at the boys who looked confused, "Come on, it doesn’t look like she has any."

"Yeah we should" warren said "yeah" Eddie agreed. Graham just nodded as they started walking to the front door.

"Dibs!" Warren yelled, taking off running toward the house. "What no fair !" Eddie yelled, chasing after him. Graham and Karen just laughed, slowly running after their friends.

You were on your way back to the car halfway down the steps when a guy with black curly hair ran in front of the steps, making you jump back. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you." The guy was cut off when a blonde guy tackled him to the ground. Two more people ran up after him, a brunette boy and a blonde girl.

"I am so sorry about them," she exclaimed.

"Get off of me, you ass!" the black haired boy pushed the blonde off of him quickly jumping to his feet "I’m Warren" he said casually, sticking his hand out for you to shake.

"Y/N," you answer confused, but shake his hand anyway.

"I’m Karen," the blonde woman introduced herself, "and that’s Eddie, and this is Graham." She added, pointing to them individually, "we saw you moving in and figured you could use some help."

"Y’all really don’t have to do that" you say quickly worried they were just asking to be "nice" .

"Oh, no, we want to," Eddie replied, turning around and walking towards her car. Karen and Graham following him.

"I really don’t want to inconvenience you," you said, still trying to fight this and not wanting to burden them.

"Stop being difficult," Warren told you, slinging his arm around your shoulders and flashing you a kind, genuine smile. You could tell because of the way it reached his eye that the brown orbs were shining brightly. "Look, man, I know they didn’t tell you this in the lease agreement thingy, but this place comes with six crazy neighbors and a baby," Warren told you simply.

"Is that so?" You questioned.

"Oh yeah, you are in for a real treat; we’re kind of awesome," he shrugged. "Well, I look forward to getting to know y’all and your awesomeness," you laughed, which was something you hadn’t done in a while, and it felt nice.

"Hey dipshit you gonna come help us or what!" Graham yelled from the car.

"Yeah, yeah, we’re coming. Don’t cream your pants." Warren yelled back, removing the arm from your shoulders (a feeling you oddly missed) and walking to your car. You giggled again, shaking your head, as you joined the group.

This was going to be interesting…

[bookworm551]

The Great War | Part 3 | Neteyam x Omatikaya!reader

Summary: You and Neteyam were childhood friends, always looking out for each other, but when the Sky People returned, neither of you could have anticipated the way it would affect your relationship with one another.

A/N: Like I said, you weren’t going to have to wait very long for this part since I had written it along side part 2. Thank you to everyone who replied on my previous parts, y’all are awesome! Here’s some more for you, including some lovely Kiri content. I’ve got the next part mostly done too, so hang in there. Also, I may or may not do a spicy part 5. What do y’all think?

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Warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, mentions of death

Part 1     Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Three days later was the day of the mission which you weren't allowed to join. It was one of the largest offensive attacks that Jake had organized, with several dozen members of the Omatikaya enlisted to help fight, but not you.

In that time, you had avoided Neteyam like he was death itself. He had tried to approach you a couple of times, but each time you simply walked away. When he would try and follow you, you would find a friend to talk to, making it awkward for him to try to speak with you. Each of his siblings had tried talking to you to figure out what happened between you and their older brother, including Tuk, but they each got the same deadpan answer of, "I'm not talking about this."

He even went so far as to speak with your father, a fairly introverted Na'vi who became even more withdrawn after the death of his mate. You were somewhat startled when he tried talking to you about Neteyam, but you quickly shut him down much to your father's surprise.

"He is one of your oldest friends," he pointed out as you were eating together one night. "You should speak with him about what happened." You bit into your food in annoyance and after a moment of silence, you responded gravely, "He is not my friend anymore." The words tasted bitter as you spoke them, and it broke your heart, but there was one thing you had found value in yourself; your ability to fight. And he had taken it from you. You couldn't forgive him for that.

On the day of the battle, you didn't see Neteyam or any of the other warriors off when they left for the attack. Instead, you had busied yourself with weaving a blanket on the loom that had been in your family for generations. There weren't a lot of quiet skills that you excelled at, but this was one of them. You tried not to think about the war party as you worked in silence, instead, thinking of what you could work on next to stay occupied.

As you continued working, you heard someone enter your tent. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Kiri walk in. Immediately, you were on guard, but you didn't try to send her off.

"It looks beautiful," she complimented your progress kindly. You gave her a suspicious look before turning back to your work on your loom. "I'm not talking about Neteyam," you told her dully. "Neither am I," she countered, sitting at your side. "I'm talking about your blanket."

You scoffed quietly. You were very defensive around her and her siblings, and you weren't convinced that she came just to talk about your weaving abilities. Despite your misgivings, you decided to try having a normal conversation.

"This loom was created by my father's grandfather," you told her after a moment of silence had passed. "The skill of weaving has been passed down through my family for many generations. It makes me feel closer to my ancestors." Kiri watched as your fingers moved expertly across the threads. "I understand," she replied sincerely. "I enjoy learning about Eywa and the art of healing from my grandmother."

You nodded quietly. "You would make an excellent Tsahik," you told her. Though the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik were usually a mated pair, it was not uncommon for the roles to fall to separate members of a tribe. Such was the current case in your tribe, as Mo'at was the current Tsahik, while her daughter's son was Olo'eyktan. So, too, was it within reason that the next tribe leader and spiritual leader could be brother and sister.

"Perhaps," she said modestly, "though I still have much to learn before then." She paused, and you could feel her gaze on you. "So does my brother before he takes my father's mantle." Your mood instantly dropped at the mention of Neteyam. "I told you that I'm not talking about—"

"He told me everything."

Your hands stopped working. Irritation burned through your chest, and you ground your teeth to keep from cursing. "Of course he did," you muttered angrily as you continued your work, not looking at Kiri.

"To his credit," she defended, "he was resolved not to say anything." She then smugly added, "I had to violently threaten him to get the truth out of him." You smirked despite yourself. Kiri was probably one of the most passive members of the Omatikaya, and the thought of her doing anything violent to her warrior brother was comical. The truth was that she had probably threatened to involve their mother, and that would be enough to get him to talk.

"Listen," she said gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. You paused your work. "I know better than most that my brother can be a skxawng. He always believes he is right, and he hates not being in control of a situation." You sighed in exasperation, knowing that her description was painfully accurate. She continued, "But I also know that he is like that because he cares so much about the people around him, and he is absolutely terrified of losing you."

You close your eyes, your hurt and sadness resurfacing after all your effort to suppress it the past few days. "He thinks he is protecting you, but he cannot see that he is pushing you away," she said. Her words made sense. Deep down, you knew that he did what he did to keep you safe, but it was the fact that he broke your trust that made you never want to speak with him again.

"He had no right—," your voice cracked. You took a breath and tried again. "He had no right to speak to your father about it. I should be out there fighting with them, not stuck here being grounded and useless." You felt tears prick at your eyes, and you huffed in exasperation. You did not want to cry now.

"He should not have betrayed your trust," Kiri agreed solemnly. "That was wrong for him to do. But you are more than a warrior, and you are not useless." You scoffed, but she pushed at your shoulder so that you faced her better. "You are an excellent hunter and possess a great talent for craftsmanship," she told you earnestly, gesturing to the detailed patterns on your partially finished blanket. "You are well-liked and respected among the People, and you are one of my dearest friends."

You glanced up at her face, taking in the avatar-like features that made her stand out amongst the other Na'vi. Even though she was barely into her adulthood, she had a mature countenance that surpassed all the other clan members your age. Her voice was deep and sincere as she spoke to you, causing your defensive attitude to start to crumble.

You shook your head softly. "I don't feel valuable when I'm here," you confessed quietly. "I feel that my only useful skill is to fight." She looked at you sadly. "That is not the truth," she argued gently. "What will you do if the Sky People leave, and there is no more war?"

You blinked. You had been so consumed with defeating the invasive humans that you hadn't considered what would happen next. Everything seemed to revolve around the war, so thinking of a future without it was difficult for you to imagine. Kiri didn't say anything as you contemplated her question. "I don't know," you admitted finally. "I never really thought about what happens after." She didn't say anything, she just sat and watched you carefully.

"I suppose," you began hesitatingly, "I suppose since I lost my mother, I have only been focused on the war. I have not given much thought to anything else." Kiri tilted her head slightly sideways in mild curiosity. "You've never thought about your future?" She asked.

"I've thought about my Uniltaron trial," you responded. "But now, even that has been taken away until your grandmother gives her blessing again." Kiri gave you a look of mild exasperation. "That is not what I meant when I said your future," she told you.

Ah.

You used to daydream about how your life would look like when you were grown. You would think about having a mate, harboring a secret hope that you would find one in your best friend. You would wonder about the life you would have. Would you have a family? Would you be able to see a world beyond the forest? You stopped asking yourself questions like that when the war came and left its ugly stain on your life.

"I haven't thought about such things in a long time," you said quietly to Kiri. She let out a sympathetic sigh. "It's hard to think about right now when everything is so unclear," she admitted. "But in such uncertain times, we must stick together as one People." She grabbed your hand with her own five-fingered one.

"I won't ask for you to talk to him," she clarified, "or to forgive him. But I want you to know that holding on will not make anything about this bleak situation any better." You looked away from her gentle gaze. You knew she was right, but there was nothing Eywa had made stronger than your stubbornness.

"I don't know how to let go," you admitted after a second. "Every time I think about it, I am refilled with anger." You rubbed your face in exasperation. "I don't know how to face him after what he did to me." Kiri squeezed your hand. "I can't tell you what to do," she said slowly. "It is for you to decide."

Looking down at your clasped hands, you meditated on all the negative feelings you had: anger, hurt, sadness, longing. It was overwhelming. "I just feel lost," you whispered emotionally. Kiri frowned sadly and pulled you into a tight hug. You felt all the emotions rise up in your throat as your friend held you. "That's okay," she whispered back. You pulled her tighter and felt tears run down your cheeks, but you tried to rein in your emotions.

"He misses you."

Three words and all your defenses came down, and you started shaking with sobs. You released all of your longing and pain into your breakdown. All the rage you felt towards the humans who took away your mother, all the frustration you had about your injury, and all the hurt feelings of Neteyam's betrayal came flooding out of you in one cathartic cry. Kiri held you the whole time, rubbing your back comfortingly. Breathing in ragged breaths, you finally choked out, "I miss him too."

After you were able to regain your composure somewhat, you pulled back and saw that Kiri had also been crying with you, albeit quietly. You wiped your face and tried to even out your breathing. "Thank you," you told her finally, your voice hoarse from crying. She wiped her own tears and smiled at you. "Of course," she said softly.

Kiri stayed with you for a while longer before you asked for some privacy. Feeling emotionally drained, you decided to rest for a time. You felt less burdened now that you had confided in her. You thought about what she had said regarding your grudge against her brother, and you felt the truth of it in your heart. Holding onto your anger towards him was not only hurting him, but it was also slowly killing you, too. With that thought in mind, you fell asleep.

You were awoken by the sounds of excited and anxious voices outside. Feeling better after your nap, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and pushed out of your tent. Dozens of people were rushing towards the front of the camp hurriedly. The war party must have returned.

Joining in with the crowd, you pushed your way to the entrance of the cave. Though you weren't quite ready to forgive Neteyam for what he had done, you still wanted to speak with him so that he at least had the opportunity to apologize, and maybe then could you could work towards some form of resolution.

Taking in the scene of the returning warriors, you were immediately alarmed by what you saw. There were many warriors who had left on this mission, but there was just over half that number presently settling back into camp. Your heart sank. This was a heavy loss, perhaps the worst your people had suffered in a battle since the Sky People had returned.

Pushing through the crowd, you looked around desperately for your friends, specifically Neteyam. You spotted Lo'ak as he landed, but before you could call out to him, he immediately jumped off of his ikran and ran over to where his mother had just landed, holding a figure in her arms.

Your world stopped when you realized it was Neteyam.

You stood rooted to the spot in horror. He was hunched over in front of Neytiri with his eyes screwed shut in pain. He was gripping at his right shoulder weakly, and you saw to your dismay a large glass shard had lodged itself upwards into his chest.

Neytiri, as carefully and urgently as she could, pulled her son from her ikran. "Mother!" She cried out frantically, looking around desperately for the Tsahik. Mo'at pushed her way forward and took in the sight of her grandson with a sharp breath. "Come quickly," she told them before turning to Kiri with a quick order to prepare certain herbs and medicines for Neteyam.

Stumbling forward, Neteyam followed their leading hands toward the medical tents. He was leaning on his mother's strong figure as he walked slowly upwards. The crowd had parted to let them pass, and gasps rose up from people as they saw the serious injury he had.

You couldn't move, couldn't speak. You wanted to do something, anything, but your arms and legs felt like lead, and your voice was stuck in your throat. Neteyam's eyes passed over the crowd in an unfocused daze, but when they glanced at you, he seemed to zone in on your face.

You saw him mouth your name, then, as he passed by, you heard him say in a ragged voice, "I'm sorry." Hearing him seemed to snap you out of your paralysis. Shoving through the crowd, you did your best to keep up with him and his family towards the healing tent, but more and more people were showing up to see the war party, making it difficult.

You finally made it out of the sea of people as Neteyam was entering the tent. You tried to follow them in, but Kiri stood blocking your way. "You need to go," she told you, gripping your shoulders tightly. You shook your head desperately. "No," you begged. "No, please, let me in." Her grip tightened, and her voice hardened. "You need to go," she repeated. Looking at her face, you could see the fear in her eyes, and it made your resolution falter.

"No, Kiri," Neteyam's pained voice called out from behind her. "I want— I want her here." Kiri hesitated for a moment before dropping her arms and letting you in. You immediately rushed to his side. He was heaving in uneven breaths, his whole face contorted in pain.

"Neteyam," you whispered his name emotionally, cupping his face in your hand. He opened his eyes for a second to look at you, raising his left hand to you. You instantly took it, and he closed his eyes in another pained grimace. "I'm sorry," he panted. "I'm sorry for everything." Tears gathered in your eyes. You had wanted an apology from him earlier, and now it was a cruel irony that he was giving it to you with a large glass stake in his chest.

Gripping his hand tightly, you brought it up to your cheek, holding onto his wrist with your other hand. You couldn't speak with all the emotions in your throat. This couldn't be happening. He didn't do stupid things like get hurt. Now, in addition to all the anger and hurt you'd been swimming in the past few days, you were hit by an overpowering wave of fear.

Around you, Mo'at and Kiri moved quickly to set up everything they needed to remove the glass shard and to treat the wound it left. Neytiri sat opposite of you on Neteyam's right side and held his other hand, whispering prayers to Eywa.

Mo'at moved in closer to his head, setting down bowls full of poultices and towels nearby to help treat the wound. "We are going to remove this," she warned him. He nodded his head, his breathing increasing as he anticipated the pain of the extraction. "Hold him down," Mo'at ordered. Kiri pressed down on his left shoulder next to you with most of her weight and place a steadying hand on his forehead.

Without any other warning, Mo'at pulled the shard out of its lodge. Neteyam instantly reacted, squeezing your hand so tight, you thought it would break. His cries of pain seethed through tightly clenched teeth. The two healers worked with dizzying speed once the glass was removed.

In the midst of the chaos, you heard someone at the tent. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Jake standing at the entrance. He looked like he'd been through hell, and now he was staring down at his injured son in distress. "How is he?" He asked quickly. You shook your head uncertainly.

Behind Jake, Tuk came in to see her brother. "Is he okay?" She asked in a small voice. Before anyone could answer, Mo'at said sternly, "Too many people." You understood your place was not there amongst the family, so you moved to get up and leave, but Neteyam kept his grip on your hand. With a grunt, he pulled you back down and whispered, "No."

Your heart ached. It was just a few hours ago that you were resolved to never speak to him again, but now, you were desperately holding onto every word he managed to say. How could you have been so stubborn? Guilt gnawed at your heart, and you gripped his hand tightly.

Jake saw his son's reaction. With a quick nod to Neytiri, he decided that he would be the one to go. Guiding Tuk out gently, he gave her some comforting words to calm her down.

You weren't sure how long the healers worked, but it seemed to stretch on for an eternity. After removing the glass piece, they gave Neteyam a sleeping draught that knocked him out almost immediately. While he was asleep, they continued working on him to stop the overflowing blood and stitch the wound together. The glass had left a clean, straight cut in his muscle, but Mo'at had determined that nothing vital had been damaged.

With the wound mended and patched up, the two exhausted healers took a break to check up on the other wounded. Neytiri had gotten up to find her mate and other children to check up on them. You never left his side, and you couldn't take your eyes off his unconscious face most of the time. Now it was only you and the resting warrior in the tent. You told the others that you would stay until he woke up and alert them of his consciousness.

You sat cross-legged next to him with a prayer cord in your hands. It was a leather band cut into five strips that you braided as you sang a song to Eywa. The song you were singing quietly to yourself was the prayer of healing. Your fingers braided expertly as you sang, and you zoned out so completely that you didn't even notice Neteyam stirring next to you.

"I've never heard you sing before," he commented quietly, breaking you out of your reverie with a start as you finished the song and the braid. "It's very nice." Under any other circumstances, you would have been embarrassed, but you were so relieved to hear his voice, it didn't even matter.

"You're awake," you gasped softly. "How do you feel?" He grunted in pain before responding, "Never better." You sighed and rubbed your face, feeling slightly relieved at his sarcasm. With your relief came the exhaustion you had been fighting off for hours, not to mention the emotional weariness that had taken its toll on your spirit as well.

"You look terrible," he said with a faint smile. You looked over at him before slightly smiling back. "You look worse," you responded. His wittiness was more than welcome to you after watching him writhe in pain just a few hours before. Looking at him now, you felt all the remorse in your heart for pushing him away. You never would have forgiven yourself if something worse had happened to him.

"Neteyam, I—"

He held up a hand to stop you. "Don't," he whispered softly. "Let me speak first." You swallowed your words and nodded silently. You remembered how he had apologized to you earlier as he was being carried away, so you figured he probably wanted to get it off of his chest now that he wasn't in a chaotic scenario anymore.

He dropped his hand down to rest on your knee, tracing his fingers gently across your skin. He sighed and looked up at you. "I do not know how to tell you how sorry I am," he began. "I knew you wanted to fight, but I was afraid that something would happen to you again if you went back into battle."

He paused, thinking about the past few weeks since your accident. "I have been living in fear every day since your injury," he admitted quietly. "I could not focus on anything except making sure you were safe. So, when you told me about your migraines, I felt justified in telling my father to keep you out of danger."

His words were hard for you to hear. It still made you upset knowing he intentionally betrayed your trust, but you listened intently to what he was saying.

"I see now that I have been trying to control something that only Eywa has power over," he said. "You had every right to be angry with me, and I am very sorry for what I did." You closed your eyes, letting his words sink in. After a moment, you opened them and looked down at your injured friend.

"I was angry," you agreed. "I was angry because for so long, I have only ever felt that I was useful when I fought in the war. So much of who I am stems from being a warrior and fighting the Sky People." You paused to think about your conversation with Kiri, and how your self-worth came from your identity as a warrior. "When I was taken out of the war party, I felt so lost, like I didn't have any other purpose or use," you continued. "I felt helpless and worthless."

Neteyam looked up at you with sadness. "You are not worthless," he insisted quietly. "You are precious to me, even if you could never fight again. That is why I told my father so that I would never lose you." He was staring at where his fingers were tracing over your leg, and you could see in his face that he was reflecting on the days since you last spoke. "I did not realize that by telling him, I would lose you anyway," he finished sadly.

His words made your throat tighten, and your eyes squeezed shut as tears threatened to spill over. You had to take a few breaths to steady yourself again.

"I am sorry I pushed you away," you told him finally. He shook his head at that. "No, I pushed you away," he said. "I never should have told my father. You were right to react the way you did." You didn't know what to say, so you didn't respond, looking down at him regretfully. He reached up his hand to trace the side of your face slowly and gently. "I will never push you away again," he whispered.

Your breath faltered at his touch, and for a second, you sat in silence, unable to speak. You leaned into his hand and closed your eyes for a moment. "I missed you," you said at last. "I don't want to fight anymore." He was looking up at you tenderly. "Never again," he agreed.

A loud voice walked by the entrance of the tent, pulling you from your quiet, intimate moment. "I should get your family," you told him quietly. He dropped his hand back to his side and nodded reluctantly.

You stood up to leave, but you paused and looked down at him. "I forgive you," you said earnestly. "For everything." His eyes held yours for a moment, relief and tenderness shining in them. "Thank you," he whispered. It was barely audible, but it punctured all of the tension in your chest. Then, with a small smile, you added, "That includes you almost dying." He grinned at you. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, too," he said.

You shook your head with a smile, and you walked out to go find his family.

Next part

[ranjxtul]

hey friends! i’m popping on here to alert you to a pretty fucking awesome project i’m apart of! it’s a saw short film (FAN MADE) called thepedersonproject.net. it follows a new mother, sara and her journey to cecilia’s ‘treatment’ and the following ramifications of cecilia’s actions.

miya, the creative director among many other hats she wears, is heading this film through her instagram @dr.ceciliapederson. i’m an actor, scientific consultant and one of the two pr girlies on the project! it releases at the end of march on instagram, tik tok, and youtube. leading up i’ll be post with a weekly (?) frequency a little meet the cast qna!! please go give miya a follow on instagram to see trailers and announcements! (y’all should also follow me @tgsdoeshorror!!)

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Now all I want is you.

notes; are we surprised?? I loved writing this- and I have 5 more coming for y’all so be ready for some softball Wilma fics! (And some painter Wilma fics too, promise)

warnings; tooth rotting fluff omg! , nose kisses, Wilma being adorable in the morning, kissing, awkward conversations??, pet names, Wilma panics a bit, just over all cuteness and if I missed anything, please tell me!

edited; yes! By lovely @saccharinesunset ! Y’all should go follow them, they’re pretty cool!

wc; 1.7k

who; softball!wilma x gn!reader

This lovely character was created by @phxntomsdusk and they have a pretty awesome series they’re writing about her here! So if you like this, it’s all inspired by that!

Enjoy!

It was way too early to be awake, the sun from the sheer, tan curtains peeking through and saying hello and good morning as you groaned and turned your head away from the harsh sun’s rays of light. As you shifted your body away from the sun, the pair of arms wrapped around your waist pulled you tighter against the body that the arms belonged to.

Smiling, you slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the newly lit room. Your gaze went to the sleeping girl who was lying on top of you, holding you like you’d leave at any moment, yet so gently that you almost believed you were a fragile piece of art that she created.

You gently placed a hand in her hair, moving the hair that fell on her face to look at her as you ran your fingers through her hair. You smiled down at her; her mouth was slightly open, small snores coming out as her head was pressed to your chest. She looked precious and calm. You didn’t want anything to happen but for her to stay here with you in this moment, looking as calm and at peace as she did right now.

Placing a gentle kiss on her nose, you felt her body shift and felt her nuzzle into you more. Her nose scrunched up as your hair tickled her face, making you giggle at her cute expression. Hearing her groan and sigh, you rubbed her head again, smiling down at her as she moved up and hid her face in your neck.

“Good morning to you too, baby,” you said as she whined and moved the blanket up to encase her whole body, only leaving your head exposed.

“No talking, more sleep.” Her voice was raspy and full of sleep, arms wrapping around you even tighter as her legs stayed tangled in yours.

Laughing, you pulled the blanket off and moved your head so her face was visible for you again. Wilma realized she wouldn’t win this battle to stay asleep any time soon, so she opened her eyes slowly, making sure to blink away the sleep as much as she could before her vision cut to see you smiling at her. Smiling back, she placed a kiss on your lips before you pushed her back slightly and shook your head.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth ye—”

“Shhh, I don’t care…” Wilma cut you off as she slowly leaned back down and placed another kiss on your lips, one that was much longer and full of so much love and warmth. Gently putting her weight on her left forearm, she placed her right hand on your cheek as she shifted up the bed so her head was in line with yours, making the moment a bit more comfortable for you both.

It was slow, nothing more than pure adoration and love during the moment, the two of you only wanting to be with each other and never leave the other’s embrace. Who cares about softball and art and school when Wilma could spend all day looking at you and talking with you? Yes, she loved softball, but she started loving you more a long time ago. You were a walking, living, breathing piece of art as it was, so technically, she could stare at you for hours on end and learn as much from it as she could from any other piece of art, maybe even more. She didn’t really like school, so that was a bonus for her either way. She just wanted you and you only. And you wanted her just as much.

As you pulled away, eyes meeting her own chocolate-brown eyes, a smile formed on your mouth as you remembered why this morning was so important and why this sleepover even happened. Well, part of the reason.

As you reached your arm back, Wilma looked at you with confusion. Yet her own smile took shape as you grabbed your phone and looked at the time.

8:45.

You showed her the screen and laughed, as she still had furrowed eyebrows and let out a confused giggle.

“What?” She asked as she took your phone away and looked in your eyes again as your laughing came down a bit.

“You actually forgot! Maybe I am a bad influence on you….”

“Forgot what? You better tell me!”

“You have practice in 15 minutes, star player,” you said as your words registered in Wilma’s head and her eyes looked like they would pop out of her sockets at any time. She quickly hopped off of you as she scrambled to her dresser, getting her pants and belt out as well as a random shirt and socks.

“Shit, okay! I wouldn’t say you're a bad influence, more of a distraction from how beautiful you are“---a kiss—“And yet again, that isn’t your fault. More of mine for getting caught up, but I’m not mad!”---and another one. “Are you gonna get ready?”

Wilma kept coming back over to kiss you while getting ready, almost tripping and falling on her face from her pacing everywhere all at once. Giggling, you quickly got up and grabbed her shoulders as she did her belt and looked up at you with raised eyebrows, her chest going up and down unevenly.

“Breathe.” You said as she took a deep breath with you and nodded, finally settling down into a comfortable stance. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to get ready. You get dressed and then I’ll braid your hair quickly. It won’t hurt you being late just once. Plus, my mom knows I spent the night and how we’re both not morning people; she’ll understand. I promise,” you told her as you kissed her cheek. She finished putting on her belt and hummed in understanding. You went to your bag and grabbed the pair of leggings you brought with you, but didn’t grab the shirt, as you had an idea.

You went to her dresser and opened up her shirt drawer, going all the way to the left and finding that one baby blue shirt of hers, the one with her number on the back that was slightly cracked from the wash, with the team name on the front. You had designed them a couple years ago for the team to have, making them and having your mom hand them out to them without them knowing it was all you. Let’s just say Wilma was the only one that ever really knew, and she never let you live it down. You slid it onto your body, the shirt falling big like most of her shirts did, and put on socks and sneakers before making your way to the bathroom where Wilma waited.

As she looked up at you through the mirror, she smiled at you as she saw the shirt. She always thought you looked best in her clothes, made them look better than she did. But she loved it—always loved when you wore it out in public or one of her old jerseys to the games and sat in the dugout with your mom, cheering her on. She appreciated it and loved it so much.

She turned around, quickly wrapping her arms around your waist as she leant down and kissed you gently before pulling back and looking at the shirt. “You look good, baby.”

You smiled up at her as you caressed her jawline. “Thank you, my love. Now let’s get this hair braided so we can leave!”

After braiding Wilma’s hair, you both went downstairs, greeting her mom and Wilbur as you filled her water and she made sure she had everything she needed. And just as soon as you greeted them both, you said your farewells, knowing for a fact you would probably be seeing them again sooner rather than later.

Hopping in Wilma’s truck, she quickly put her practice playlist on, which was filled with country and folk music, just something to get her in the mood to play her best. As if she ever had a bad day. At least, you never thought she did. It was different for her, obviously.

Both of you sang the lyrics, windows rolled down, letting the slightly warm air into the car as Wilma held your hand on the center console and smiled at you every once in a while.

As you both finally made it to the field, seeing the girls just throwing to each other, Wilma asked you for the time as she got her bag.

“9:10! Not bad for not speeding!” you joked as she scoffed and took her water from you.

“Oh shush! I don’t speed.”

“Oh really? Remember that one movie night we had? When there were only a couple more stocks of those balls you really like? Oh! Or when I—“

“Okay! I get it! I speed…sometimes,” Wilma said as you both went into the dugout and set your stuff down, Wilma getting her shoes on, asking you to tie them for you claiming she needed to save her hands for pitching, which got an eye roll and a smile from you.

“Nice for you to join us!” your mom called out with a smile as you both walked out, Wilma quickly apologizing before going with the rest of the girls. You walked up to your mom, putting your hat on, as the sun started to shine brighter in the sky as the morning hours went on. “Have fun?”

“Please don’t be mad at her,” you said as you looked at her with a serious expression. “We both overslept and didn’t realize the time—“

“Honey. I don’t care. I was your age once too! Having fun and being young and in love! Just don’t do anything ba—“

“I’m walking away! We’re not having this conversation right now,” you said as you covered your ears and walked back to the dugout, grabbing a glove.

“We’ll talk about it later, fine. But I’m not mad, I’m just happy you both are here. I get it. Now I need your help with some stuff—“

You drowned your mom out as you had quick eye contact with Wilma, her sending you a smile as she turned back to her teammate she was throwing with, leaving you a giddy, blushing mess.

Jesus, she was going to be the death of you.

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Art Trade with Blurry

SPOILERS FOR SECOND SHROOB INVASION

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@blurryfangirlansuke

Her and I had an awesome art trade. She drew my OC Shrooveen (aka Veenie) with some old gone friends and old photos. I absolutely adore this piece! I love the melancholy vibes and alien-esque environment. The way she drew the old friends adds to the separation Veenie feels after the events of the invasion. While resisting Regent Shrooben was needed, they regret that it led their friends to such brutal and lethal fates. It’s bittersweet.

Y’all should check out @blurryfangirlansuke ‘s blog!! Her stuff is absolutely gorgeous and expressive. I adore her art! I think y’all should look at her blog and give her a follow especially if you love self-shipping. It’s one of the freest forms of expression. She also has an Instragram too!

Thank you so much @blurryfangirlansuke! This was an amazing art trade!

[tmnt-reticent]

Confluence X New Stars X Reticent is taking over my life and y’all must suffer with me 💖💖💖

The goober on the left is Con!Mikey who belongs to saldr1dd and shrimpflavoredjam :D (both on instagram!) They are both so awesome AHHHHHH GO FOLLOW THEM RN 😈😈💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️ Mikan’s design is so cute I had so much fun drawing him‼️‼️‼️

The silly in the middle is ofc NS!Mikey by StarlaInDisguise 😈😈💥💥‼️‼️‼️ (here’s her insta, YouTube and AO3!) Another person you should follow right this very moment 👁️👁️ SHE IS SO COOL AND SO IS HER MIKEY AHHHHH JUST A SILLY LITTLE GUY‼️‼️

And the idiot on the left is Ret!Mikey hehe my son 💖💖💖

EXPECT MORE CON X NS X RET CONTENT SOON BECAUSE THEY HAVE INFECTED MY BRAIN 💥💥💥

[randogirlo-fando-main]

As You Wish - Eddie Munson x Stoner!Reader

Y’all I’m sorry if this isn’t too good, I literally wrote it tonight because I couldn’t stop thinking about how me and Eddie would meet and this is probably how it would go in the beginning lol hope you guys like it.

Part Two

Word count-3.6k+ words

Warnings-marijuana use, swearing, that’s about it

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A puff in your chest you walk through the cafeteria doors, eyes darting for a certain club you’ve only heard about. Well, heard about the leader, not so much the club.

You transferred to Hawkins for your senior year, having only been here a whopping two days before hearing of the infamous Eddie Munson. Moving to a new town, the first thing to find is a new dealer. And how can you beat one that just so happens to also be the dungeon master of the DND club here at school?

Your eyes meet with a table all in matching shirts with “Hellfire” in big bold letters. Jackpot

The clunk of your brown beat up combat boots is deafening to you as you walk across the cafeteria of teens to the end of the table, most eyes at the table on you besides the ones you were searching for.

“Hey, are you this Eddie I keep hearing about?” The smile on your face is bright as you lean your hands on the table to get a closer look. His eyes pierce yours, scrunching with the big smile on his face.

“The one and only. Not scoping out the ‘Freak’ are you?” His tone slightly wavers, but the smile never breaks.

“Nope, you’re the exact person I was looking for. Meet me in the parking lot after the final bell? We’ve got some business to attend to~” Slipping into a sing song voice, he holds back a chuckle before leaning on the table.

“You’re not a murderer are you? You seem a little too sweet.”

“Nope! Doesn’t mean I couldn’t be one if needed though.” You smile before walking away, turning around and putting two thumbs up towards Eddie.

As you leave the cafeteria the table has gone completely silent.

“Dude who the hell was that?” Mike gripes, confused on the new face that just stood so confidently before them.

“I have no idea.” Eddie laughs, completely confused by the entire exchange.

“Guys it’s that new girl, moved here from the south or something.” Lucas butts in, having heard about you during basketball practice.

“Hold up, you’re telling me she’s from the south and she’s just gonna walk up to the Hellfire Club?”

“Well?” Dustin looks at Eddie questionably, waiting for a response from the homie(yall I blanked and had to).

“Well what?” His eyes go wide, having zoned out for most of the conversation.

“Are you going to meet up with her?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ll just be cautious but I’m sure it’s just a sale or something.” He shrugs, going back to his lost train of thought.

As the final bell rings you jump from your seat, ready to head to the door of the school to wait for Eddie. Picking at your nails, you just feel a poke to your shoulder.

“Hey there?” He says looking a little nervous.

“Oh awesome you actually came! Oh shit okay, there’s a lot more people here then I expected so I’ll start with my first question.”

“Oh? There’s a lot more people leaving the school when school lets out then you expected?” He gives you a grin before you pushed his shoulder lightly.

“Shut up, I’m scatter brained I’ve been sober way too long!” He laughs before a light bulb goes off in his head.

“Here follow me I have a feeling I know what this is about.” You follow him to the patch of woods near the parking lot. After a few short minutes you’re at a picnic bench perfectly placed in the middle of the clearing.

“Ah so this is where the deals happen gotcha.” You smile at him before looking around.

“I like it, makes me feel like there should be a creek nearby.” The nerves spitfire as you word vomit, holding your hands together behind your back.

“Yeah, less likely to be interrupted. So how much you need. I’ve got a half for 10 since you’re a new buyer and all.”

“That seems cheap, I’ll go a gram. Probably have to see you again in like a week if that.” You hand him a twenty before he pulls out his lunchbox, grabbing a gram for you.

“Now on to my next question, any chance I could join Hellfire? Haven’t played dnd in a couple years so I’ll need to make myself a character still. I usually go halfling bard for shits and giggles but if y’all need a specific type I can play around. Or I can just sit in if y’all have already started the campaign.” He smiles at your word vomit.

“Well, we’re currently in a campaign but we have roughly two more sessions until it’s done. We’ve gotta make sure you end up a good character though. How about after next session you can show me what you’ve already got?” He smiles widely, making you sigh in relief as you slump into the seat.

“Oh thank god! Dude it’s so fucking hard here. Like I thought it was hard to make friends in the south Jesus Christ. I tried to talk to someone in bio today and she looked at me like I was insane.” He chuckled before nodding with you, sitting next to you and leaving a safe distance.

“Well you’ve heard my infamy so I get it. Honestly it would’ve just taken you sitting alone at lunch for me to come swoop in. I’m known for saving lost sheep.” He nudges your shoulder before looking directly at you.

“I guess me coming to you first shows I’m not a lost sheep. Just a stoner with geeky interests. I mean my favorite movie is the Labyrinth.”

“Oh god please tell me you don’t have the hots for David Bowie.” He rubs his face dramatically.

“I like his music and he is very attractive but eh, not really my thing.” As he stands he holds his hand out for you, assisting you in getting up.

“Well you are giving off hippie flower child so I guess liking his music is sort of fitting?” He says it as a question, what with not really listening to anything other then metal and rock to really know.

“I think that stereotype is more Fleetwood Mac and Abba, which I do listen to a lot. I’m assuming you’re more Metallica, Black Sabbath?” He looks at you stunned, smiling ear to ear with a big nod.

Without realizing, you make it back to the parking lot. You look around for your ride, who you told you would be a little late out of school. Once you see the familiar car you turn to Eddie.

“Well thank you for a better first week and I look forward to seeing more of your little group.”

“Wait, I don’t know the fair maiden’s name?” He stops you, waiting for a response.

“Oh it’s (y/n), see you around Eddie.” You run off to the car, the passenger door opening to reveal Steve Harrington in the driver’s seat.

Eddie was dumbfounded, the former king of Hawkins knows you?”

As you and Steve pull out of the school parking lot he looks at you like an alien.

“Why on earth would you be coming out of the woods with Eddie Munson?” He asks, eyes mostly on the road, but he continues to dart back to you looking for an answer.

“Chill out, I needed a new dealer and I joined Hellfire. Besides, isn’t your son Dustin in the club?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you should be hanging around them. I mean you just moved here and you’re here to finish your senior year with ‘no distractions’ per your mom’s request.” He eyes you at the red light as you sigh in response.

“Well I was tired of no one talking to me! I’d rather have majority of the school hate me and have a group of friends then spend my entire senior year being invisible.” After some long silence you pull up to the Family Video Store parking lot.

“I guess I can pick you up whenever I pick up Dustin, but you have to find a ride when I can’t just like Dustin does.” You nod smiling before getting out of the parked car.

“Thank you again for getting me this job Steve.”

“No problem Cus’ just don’t make me regret it please.” Robin’s shift had started an hour before you and Steve’s. She was slumped on the front desk before peeking up at the sound of the bell on the door.

“Oh it’s just you guys! You ready for your first shift?” Her eyes peer to you, smiling with a thumbs up.

“Ready as I’ll ever be!”

Twenty minutes left of shift before closing and as robin swept and Steve put back returns, you were rewinding all the tapes. As you slip The Shining back into it’s case you hear the bell go off.

“Welcome to family video, how can I help you?” The curly headed kid looks confused before a look of surprise dawns him.

“Wait you’re the girl from lunch!” He points at you, awestruck.

“Oh you’re part of Hellfire! Wait. Curly hair, dopey smile. Hat. Dustin, right?”

“Oh my god how do you know me? Wait did Eddie-“

“Henderson what are you doing here?” Steve perks up, rubbing Dustin’s head.

“I see you’ve met my cousin?” You swore Dustin’s eyes were going to pop out of his head.

“You’re related!? Holy shit Steve you didn’t tell me your cousin went to my school!”

“She’s a senior I didn’t think you guys would intermix until she decided to just walk up to your lunch table.” As they kept talking about you, Robin came up next to you and smiled.

“Dude you know the whole school was watching you talk to Eddie today right?” You whipped your head at her confused.

“Why?”

“Because everyone was saying how you were such a quiet southern belle and then all of a sudden you’re walking up to ‘the devil’ with a smile on your face.” Your face scrunches at southern belle, uncomfortable with the choice of words.

“Dude I’m a stoner dressing like I’m going to Woodstock while cussing like a sailor.” You deadpan as she giggles at the choice of words.

“You’re right, you’re right. I mean your accent is almost non existent except for the ‘y’all’ you like to throw out there.” She over exaggerates y’all, making you laugh.

“What’s so funny over there?” Steve says defensively.

“Have you heard Robin’s southern accent? It’s horrendous.” She starts singing Delta Dawn, causing the video store to erupt into giggles as you all continue closing. Once 8pm rolled around, you turned off all the lights while everyone grabbed their stuff. Steve locks the door behind everyone before all piling into his car.

“How did I end up with all three of you?” He asks, starting the engine.

“Eddie dropped me off here.”

“I always ride with you.

“I live with you.” You all three say as he huffs.

“Wait does that mean I cant come stay in your guest room anymore Steve?” Dustin asks, brows furrowed.

“You get the couch.” Dustin whines a little before you lean over to him.

“You can sleep in my room when you come, I’ll take the couch.”you whisper to him. He looks at you confused before smiling back at you. Something about your eyes make you seem so genuine.

“I’ll take the couch, i-it’s fine. Thank you though.” He looks away before you smile triumphantly to yourself. One more hellfire member befriending you.

After dropping Robin and Dustin home you jump in the front seat before heading to Steve’s.

“If you’re not careful you’ll have that boy drooling over your southern charm.” Steve jokes, waving as Dustin walks backwards to his door.

“Please, I heard all about Suzie poo at work. If anything, he’s probably still confused on how someone as nice as me can be related to you.” You giggle as Steve drives away.

Walking into the apartment you throw your bag on the couch lying face first next to it.

“Steve we need to demust your place.” You say, rolling over.

“Would you prefer it smelling like weed?” He asks, pulling out rolling paper.

“Yes, definitely. What kind of question is that? Do you know how long it’s been for me? Too fucking long.” You grab the baggie of bud from your bag and throw it his direction. He catches it and instantly starts to get it all set up to roll.

“Eddie does have the best stuff. He gets it from Reefer Rick. Plus you can’t really beat 30 for a gram.” You’re eyes widen at the price.

“He charged me 20 but he said it was because I’m a new buyer.” You say, sitting up to look at him.

“Hm.” He just continues rolling, no reaction on his face. Your brain whirls as the thoughts keep coming. Why just ‘hm’? Before you can overthink too much, Steve holds the joint to your lips, waiting for you to react before he lights it. You inhale slightly before pulling away, inhaling a little more through your nose and breathing out.

“God I needed this” you take another before passing it to Steve.

“I could tell, your brain was going a mile a minute it looked like you were reading the wall.”

You keep passing back and forth before putting it out on the ashtray. You slide off the couch, stretching your limbs before lighting a few candles you brought and grabbing your backpack.

“I’m gonna do some homework.” He nods in a acknowledgment before you went to your room and closed the door.

The hammering of Steve on your bedroom door woke you up the next day. Pulling the pillow over your head didn’t help the cause.

“I swear to god if you don’t wake up you won’t have time to smoke and we’re not hotboxing my car!” You groan before getting up, getting ready for the day. When you finally emerge from your room you walk over to the tray to see he had rolled an extra one last night. You quickly light it and inhale, waking up for the day. After finishing half of it you put it out, and stick it in your bag for later.

“Don’t forget breakfast!” He throws a orange at your before ushering you out the door. You both get in the car and finally can breathe. As he gets it started and pulls out of the parking lot you start to peel your orange.

“Steve this was a terrible breakfast choice where do I put the peels?”

“Damn, I don’t know. Put it in that grocery bag!” He continues driving towards the school as your finish your orange.

Pulling into the school you glance at the car clock and see you have just enough time to get to class.

“Jesus you reek dude, spray some of that girly stuff before you go in.” You huff a goodbye before you leave the car, spraying a little bit of perfume, not too much though, before heading inside. Once you get to your locker and get to class the bell rings and you shuffle to your seat quickly. As the teacher takes attendance you stare off at your pencil, shaking it slowly to make it look like rubber.

“Fun trick huh?” You look up to see the dark curls sitting next to you, bright smile on display.

“Makes time go by for sure.” You smile back, looking up to see the teacher starting the lesson. You try your best to take notes and pay attention but a note gets slipped onto your desk and suddenly you can’t pay attention.

Knock knock

Who’s there?

I wish

I wish who?

You see from the corner of your eye as he scribbles as small as possible on the tiny scrap of paper. It takes a minute and suddenly you’re wondering how long this punchline could be.

Goblin king goblin king wherever you may be take this child of mine far away from me

“That doesn’t even start with I wish!” You whisper yell as quiet as possible. He points at you with a surprised face as you fell for finishing the line. You’re cheeks go slightly pink and you quietly giggle. Without even realizing how much time had passed, the bell rings and you sigh having to leave the fun you were having. You both stand up, heading towards your next classes.

“So wanna sit with us at lunch?” He looks at you hopefully.

“I assumed that was already happening?” You say smiling. You continue talking about anything and everything as you teach your next class.

“Oh do you have history too?” You ask, standing at the door.

“Nope, just had to walk the fair maiden to her next venture.” You thank him before heading inside, smiling at him through the closed doors little window.

Lunch time rolls around and you’re all to excited to sit with the club. You practically bounce to the table, sitting next to Eddie as the first two there.

“Well hello again.” He smirks and you curtsy in your seat.

“Good to see you m’lord.” His cheeks go slightly pink at the nickname before he chuckles.

“Why is she in my seat?” You turn to see one of the members standing above you.

“Sorry dude, didn’t know there was assigned seats.” You go to stand up but Eddie stops you, lightly pushing your shoulder back down.

“Gareth there’s plenty of seats, you’re fine.” The member huffs before sitting a few chairs down. Soon, Dustin sits next to you smiling from ear to ear.

“(Y/n)! You’re sitting with us now?” He looks between you and Eddie.

“Yep, she’s joining the club!” You smile at everyone around the table, waving at the ones you haven’t met.

“Wait, you’re Steve’s cousin right? My sister Nancy said you were moving here.” You smile at the boy, you now know is Mike and nod.

“Yep! You must be Mike since Nancy is your sister. Good to meet you.” He gives you a small smile before talking with Gareth about something.

“Oh so that’s why Harrington is your ride.” Eddie says, pulling your focus.

“Sadly, I live with him too. Good thing is I can smoke inside.” He pats your shoulder and can’t pull the smile from his face.

“Woman after my own heart.” You giggle and turn towards Dustin who’s been poking your shoulder.

“Are you coming to hell fire tomorrow?”

“You betcha! I can’t wait to see how y’all do things.” You high five him and he starts telling you all about his character.

“You won’t believe it, Eddie had us all thinking we had killed off all the monsters and then all of a sudden a gelatinous cube comes out of no where!”

“Damn those are not easy!” His excitement of telling you the story almost erupts as he slowly starts standing up getting to the climax of the story.

“So Lucas pulled out this sharp blade someone at a tavern gave him as a joke and sliced that thing until it was the size of a pea!” You dramatically fall back into your seat.

“No way! I can’t wait to see this first hand.” You look behind you do Eddie and catch him staring at you. Pink comes to your cheeks as you give him a little wave before being absorbed back into Dustin.

After school you were going to be walking to the apartment because Steve had to work. As you pulled your half joint out on the side of the road you hear heavy metal coming closer. You stopped walking, staying as close to the curb as possible before the loud van slowed to a stop next to you.

“What are you doing walking m’lady?” The voice of Eddie has you sighing in relief.

“Jesus I thought you were a kidnapper! Steve had to work so I’m walking home, gonna finish this on my way.” You wave the joint at him and he chuckles.

“You’ve only got half there. How about I give you a ride? We can smoke while I drive.” You smile and nod before he jumps out of the car. He jogs around the the passenger side and opens the door.

“M’lady” he says with a bow.

“M’lord” you curtsy and get in while giggling. He shuts the door and jogs back around, ready to get on the road.

“Care to light this for us?” He uses one hand to hand you one of his joints and a lighter while he starts to drive. You put it between your lips and light it, inhaling the thick smoke deeply before holding it as long as you can. He shifts his eyes to you a few times to make sure you were good before he saw you handing it to him. He takes a few puffs before handing it back, getting to Steve’s relatively quick. He parks in front of the building still smoking with you.

“You wanna come in? We can have a little after school snack.” He stops the car and smiles at you.

“Sounds good to me.” You both leave the van as you pull your keys from your bag. You go to unlock the door, Eddie right behind you.

“How’d you know where Steve lives?” You ask, getting the door open and leading him in.

“I’ve dropped Dustin off here a few times.” You give a faint ‘ah’ before opening the fridge.

“I can offer strawberries, kiwis, or-“ you close the fridge and open the cabinet to scan.

“Cereal.” You finish, looking at Eddie.

“What kind of cereal?”

“Honey combs.”

“Jackpot!” He smiles and you pull out the box before grabbing two bowls. As you make you both some cereal he comes up to help you put the box away. You both end up on either end of the couch, using the arms as tables while you watch Little Shop of Horrors

“I can’t believe Family video had this, i love this show.” He looks confused at first, watching the movie intently.

“I thought it was a movie?”

“It is, but it was a Broadway musical first. I actually was in my school production of it sophomore year.”

“Oh of course you’re a drama kid!” He chuckles before drinking the milk from his bowl.

“That obvious? Showtunes just really do it for me.” You laugh, going to take both your bowls to the sink.

“Hey have you worked on your character? We could try to get some of the basic stuff done.” He exclaims, smiling widely.

“Okay but first homework because I have to graduate.” He huffs while you pull your textbooks out.

“Come onnn, what’s one days of homework?”

“Something tells me it’s more then one days worth for you.” You tease, writing down some answers to the questions on the work sheets.

[quackkaz]

hello my fellow followers and probably random people that see this :)

I would need some advice lmao, it’s pretty important for me. but of course, you have no obligation to give advice to me if you don’t know what to say, or how, or anything, this is mainly to see your opinion on this :D

so, my birthday is coming up (august 9 YIPPPEEEE) and I invited two of my friends, alongside my girlfriend. the thing is, my parents will be there as well, and they still don’t know that my girlfriend is, yk.. my girlfriend.

they also don’t know that I am a part of the LGBTQIA+ community, being panromantic, aegosexual and genderfluid.

I have identified as at least (because I knew I liked women but I wasn’t sure if I liked men) queer for at least 3 years now, and they have never known. there was a part of my life in which I wasn’t close to my family at all even though we lived together and I hated them with a passion at that time. and I was also scared that they would be homophobic, since they have made sorta homophobic jokes in the past. (though, they didn’t really think it through and apologized)

they are the main reasons why I still haven’t told them about my identity and sexuality, and now that I identify as panromantic, aegosexual and genderfluid, it would be even harder to explain to them what that is compared to what I identified as in the past (lesbian).

but now that I have an awesome supportive beautiful and kind (among other things <3) girlfriend, and that she is going to sleep in the same bed as me on my birthday (sleepover :D), and that it will probably get awkward if my friends have to not mention we are dating, etc. … I think I kinda have to tell them that me and her are a thing, you know?

though, telling them that I’m dating a girl, still being perceived as a girl by my parents, would result in them connecting the puzzle pretty quickly and asking me what my sexuality is. and that is the bit harder part.

I would be very open to telling them that I have a girlfriend, but my coming out being added into the mix..? it just.. I don’t know, I don’t think I’m ready yet.

but at the same time, I need and want to tell them about our relationship 😭 so this dilemma is now clouding my brain (brain which is filled with sanders sides mostly atm >:D) and I would like to know what y’all think about that!

do you think I should tell them? or not? or maybe another solution? I don’t know lmao, but any feedback would be very much appreciated <3 /p

on that note, thank you for reading through all my blabbering lmao, I love you all so much <333333 /p

[ultimateaclrecovery]

I ran a half marathon!!!

And I ran it sooooo much faster than I thought would’ve ever been possible. Turns out following a training plan is like weirdly super effective? But y’all this pace is literally faster than I’ve ever ran a 5k. I’m still not really sure what happened. My last training run the week before was 10.5 miles and it literally took me longer? And I was trying to follow the whole your training runs should be a slow comfortable pace and then your race time should be faster but I didn’t think I was actually being successful with that. I had a rough goal of 2.5 hours but based on how my training runs were going I thought there was no way I’d hit that. My last two long runs were at like 12.5 min a mile and even in my shorter 5 mile right before I was at like 11:40, but I didn’t think I’d be able to keep that up for that long.

But a deload week and a really good nights sleep are apparently powerful things. I was practically vibrating with energy at the end of the week. The like stress nervous energy of trying to buy a pony and also a new relationship were not helping either. Although maybe all that anxious energy helped me run fast 😂 I just went at a nice fun pace and I was surprised at how long that pace stayed fun. I had a good happy time through mile 8 were I clearly got way too excited, and then I started to slow down and really feel it towards the end when I remembered how long those last three miles really are. My watch doesn’t light up very well so I can’t see it most of the time, so I had no idea how fast I was going for most of the race. I did glance at it at one point under an over pass just pass mile ten and saw that my current pace was like 9:40 and that it had be 1:45 and I remover thinking that that couldn’t possible be right and that something must have been wrong with it 😅

I guess my competitive nature also must have really kicked in at some points because I was really into passing people. I’m also still kind of shocked by how many people I passed? And how few people passed me. I was a little sad because I passed this one girl at like mile 12 and then she passed me back like a mile later and I really wanted to keep up with her but just could not. That last mile was definitely really hard a major struggle, but the rest of it was actually pretty pleasant. I honestly expected most of the second half to suck really bad so I’m so pleasantly surprised by how fun most of it was. People love to talk about the race atmosphere and I also assumed they just meant like the handful of spectators cheering which were kind of, but what surprised me was how awesome and motivating it was to run with so many other people. And that it was pretty fun to chase them.

The only downside to being so much faster than anticipated was that the boy was going to meet me at the finish line but I finished way, way, way too early for that. I also did not feel super great after the race, and my stomach has been kind of mad me all day. But legs don’t feel too bad (yet.) and me and the boy got brunch which is what one really wants anyway. And the medal is purple which is the clear dream.

I also managed to finish 24/54 for females and 11/21 in my age group so I’m feeling pretty impressed with myself for being top half for my very half marathons.

Juries still out on if I’ll ever do another one. After my last two miserable long training runs I went to the race with a very firm one and done attitude, but then it was actually pretty fun so….. guess we’ll see what fits in with the rest of my sport and fitness goals

[littlerosetrove]

To anyone who is worried about the Buckley parents getting a redemption arc. I’m confident that is not what the writers are doing. Allow me to dump my thoughts in bullet point format, and in no particular order. 

As @homerforsure already stated in their post, this fussing over Buck while he’s injured is not new behavior. (their post)

Through subtle writing and from the acting, I think particularly from the actress who plays Margaret, Margaret has been showing that she doesn’t approve of things in both Maddie and Bucks lives. Like, it’s clear, for example, the she is putting on a front, a facade. Her comment about loving the backsplash in Maddie and Chim’s house, when Maddie new she wouldn’t like it? Yeah, the acting gave away that no, Margaret doesn’t like it, but she’s playing nice. Why is she and Phillip playing nice? Well thankfully @extasiswings already wrote an awesome meta post about the role the Buckley parents are playing. Please read their post in full, but the tl;dr is that the Buckley parents do not want to take accountability for the wrong they’ve done to their kids, Maddie and Buck. All they want is a do-over, a clean slate, with Jee-Yun. And someone, though I can’t remember who, said that Margaret is only seeing Maddie as a uterus machine to give Margaret more grandkids. Fucking ouch, but I think that’s true. 

The fucking couch metaphor!! Even Oliver has talked about Bucks couch in 1-2 interviews (that I’m aware), and yeah folks, the couch is a metaphor for Bucks romantic relationships. So! Margaret is going to buy Buck a couch? We all know it’s not going to fit or work for Buck, because Buck needs to choose the right couch this time (re: the Eddie of it all, and Eddie is the right fit for Buck, and these two are getting there. we all need some patience). 

Speaking of Margaret trying to buy and decorate her children’s places. So Margaret wanted to buy flowers to decorate (liven up??) Maddie’s place. If Margaret offered something else, I can’t remember at the moment. Sure, luckily for her, Maddie seemed on board because Jee-Yun loves colorful things and flowers.   Back to Buck, Margaret wants to buy Buck a couch, and then threw in “you need a rug” or something. For now Buck is just rolling with it (because it’s been “nice.” Bucks used that word twice. “nice.” hmm seems like Buck hasn’t quite let go of this family fantasy he has with the Buckley parents in particular, but I think given a little more time, that bubble will break), but particularly when it comes to Buck, this smells to me of Margaret “subtly” trying to get Buck to conform to what she wants. Trying to show Buck “this is how things should be done” and “you should follow this path.” You feel me? 

Don’t even get me started on Margaret calling Buck a “miracle baby.” 🤨 That was screaming to me that she still only sees Buck as spare parts. 

Yo, in Bucks coma dream? Now we know everything was in Bucks head, it was all his subconscious. But! There was a lot of truth in his dream. Like the fact that Buck knew that his parents accepting him was off, wasn’t right. Margaret in Bucks dream was “subtly” dropping hints that she doesn’t approve of who and how Buck is. For example the ferris wheel decoration? Margaret didn’t like, and she straight up told Buck she didn’t, even though it was something Buck picked out and liked.

You could SEE on Margarets face when Buck showed the sonogram, that she... oh man, didn’t think Buck can be a dad. Was scared at the thought. So many things. But at the same time just jumped to the conclusion “oh! Maddie you’re pregnant? It’s a little soon, but this is wonderful!” Anyone else side eye this moment? Hard??

Oh yeah, and who was absent from Bucks room when he woke up? His parents. (remember, what is and isn’t shown can speak volumes) 

I may be missing some examples and whatnot, but I think y’all get it. I do not believe the writers are in any way giving the Buckley parents a redemption arc. There’s too many hints that they are in fact keeping it “real,” which is that the Buckley parents suck ass and won’t change. 

Now what Buck, in the end, decides to do with his parents? That I’m not certain of just yet. My biggest wish is that he (fucking) finally cuts them out of his life completely, because I truly think that would be the best thing for him, but we’ll have to wait and see. But again, I don’t think people need to worry about the Buckley parents getting a redemption, because I do not see that playing out before us. 

[captainderyn]

Getting To Know You

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Top 3 Ships:

Uhh...*side-eyes my pile of ships hard* this is really difficult...excluding my OC/OC or specific OC/game character ships:

1) F!Cousland/Alistair (DAO)

2) F!Shepard/Garrus (Mass Effect)

3) M!Smuggler/Risha (SWTOR)

First Ship:

I’ve been inhaling media at an unbelievable pace since I was a child so I probably had some kind of ships I can’t remember because I didn’t know the meaning of shipping, especially during The Olde Warrior Cats Stage of my childhood so I’m going to go with Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase from Percy Jackson and the Olympians because little Deryn went feral for them.

Currently Consuming:

Media or food? Media is playing Cyberpunk 2077 at this present moment, for food? Had some awesome ramen at a place in the city earlier and gonna make nachos for dinner >:D

Currently Watching:

Partner and I have been consuming a lot of anime recently lol. We just finished Dragon Maid last night which was a surprisingly queer and nice show. I want to rewatch either Jujutsu Kaisen or the Mugen Train Arc of Demon Slayer and also Dragon Age: Absolution.

Last Movie:

What was the last movie I watched?? I haven’t watched a lot of movies lately, I think it was probably a documentary for my last semester. I’m getting the hankering to rewatch the LOTR trilogy though.

Last Song:

I think it was Kick Back (the opening to Chainsaw Man) while we were driving back from the city. On my own it was ‘cut my hair’ by MICO which scartches my brain just right.

Currently Reading:

The Other Side of Horsemanship: My Journey of Unlearning & Healing Trauma by Shelby Dennis. I’ve been following her (@ sdequus on instagram) for awhile and amending a lot of my horse-related training methods and thoughts with the scientific studies she posts and trying an R+ approach when I was still working with Hugo. It worked wonders and I’ve been devouring her book. A lot of it really resonates as someone who’s also been working with horses since a very very young age and has had to unlearn a lot of not-so-great training practices. She does a wonderful job of admitting the mistakes she’s made while also acknowledging her growth, how hard growth can be, and what those mistakes were rooted in. A lot of what she writes and posts about is something I think every horse person should take in, but one definitely has to be ready to sit with some uncomfy feelings about what the horse world normalizes-- *shuts off equestrian-Deryn before she runs off on this post*

Currently Craving:

Horse time lol. I went from riding and caring for a horse daily while I was in college to not a single horse in the almost-month I’ve been out here. Going out to meet some potential people who want their horses ridden this weekend though so fingers crossed.

(Also craving a specific latte from a coffee chain that doesn’t exist here. I think it might’ve been localized to my college city, but their December special was peppermint and white choclate which was delicious and the coffee shop here doesn’t have peppermint syrup ;--; )

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[hellofeanor]

Fëanorian Quenya

Hey friends! Do you like elves? Do you like the Silmarillion? Do you like Fëanor and co? And most of all, do you like spending hours thinking about minor details pertaining to made-up languages??? If so, boy do I have a treat for you! Let’s delve into the weird world of Fëanorian Quenya and explore some history and mechanics of why they talk Like That.

I’ve seen a lot of posts joking about the Fëanorian lisp, which is about as funny as a joke about a speech impediment can be. 👍 It’s important to understand, though, that this IS a joke. No, they didn’t really speak with a lisp. Yes, they did pronounce some S sounds as TH. That’s the critical disclaimer here: SOME. It’s not a blanket pronunciation. There’s a lot of background research that goes into determining which words would be pronounced with S and which would be TH, and that’s what we’re going to look at.

So if this is something you’ve come across in fandom and you’re not totally sure on the details, or if you ARE sure and just want some more in-depth info, read on.

The stuff probably everybody knows already

For anyone who’s been hanging around the Fëanorian corner of the Silm fandom for more than three minutes, there’s about a 100% chance you’ve heard of Fëanor’s penchant for retaining an archaic TH pronunciation after the majority of the Noldor went ahead and started pronouncing this sound as S instead. You may also know that this sound is represented by the letter thorn (Þ) in HoME, but since thorn doesn’t exist in modern English orthography and it’s a pain to keep typing the ALT code, I’m sticking to TH here. Anyway, all this was due to the fact that Fëanor was a huge mama’s boy, and his mom Míriel Therindë (later called Serindë, which made Fëanor want to punch walls and possibly also fellow elves) was an outlier who retained the TH after it fell out of use. Her son Fëanor, in turn, kept this up to honor her. Now, whether or not he would have bothered if this sound hadn’t literally been a critical part of her name is debatable, but that debate is outside the scope of this essay.

Fëanor continued to use the TH pronunciation until his death, and required his sons to use it as well. Finwë, however, switched over to S after the death of Míriel and before his marriage to Indis. Fëanor, reasonable and level-headed as he was, took this as a personal insult and decided that anybody who rejected TH likewise rejected him. So presumably, his loyal followers would have obeyed his totally reasonable demands not to give in to the seductive S-shift.

Why tho

Why did the Noldor decide to alter their pronunciation from TH to S? Great question. Nobody really knows. For the hell of it? IDK. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But the important thing to understand is that elves, and especially Noldor, were really committed to making sure their language sounds cool. This is why it changed so much and so comparatively quickly for an immortal population: they were actively invested in changing it. They liked inventing new words and exploring new sounds and messing around with grammar.

So at some point some influential Noldo might have been like, hey y’all, let’s stop saying TH and say S instead! And everyone (except Míriel I guess, who was known for her elegant manner of speech and didn’t want to muck that up by changing pronunciation of a whole letter) was like, whoa, capital idea my good egg. And they went with it. Previous ideas along these lines included ‘hey y’all, let’s stop saying KH and say H instead’ and ‘hey y’all, let’s stop saying Z and say R instead’, and those went over swimmingly. Nobody could have foreseen the problem this TH to S business would cause.

Now here’s a fun fact. There was another change to Noldorin pronunciation that happened AFTER Fëanor’s birth, that he himself was involved in. This one was all about bilabial to labiodental F. And those sure are some words, so if you don’t know what I’m talking about (I don’t blame you), BILABIAL is a more whispery sound that happens when you say F using only air passing through your pursed lips, and LABIODENTAL is when you say F with your top teeth touching your bottom lip. Going forward I’m going to use PH to represent the bilabial sound, and F for the labiodental.

So F got on the radar of the Noldor via the Teleri, who used this sound in their language. And ol’ Fëanor figured it would be awesome to incorporate it into Quenya because he thought the PH sounded too close to HW, and the two were getting confused by lazy speakers. Why did he care? Because of his dad’s name and his own, of course. If people started to get lazy in their pronunciation, we’d end up with Hwinwë and Hwëanáro, which would be terrible and stupid and unacceptable. He accused the Vanyar of leaning down that road, and he wanted to stop that kind of shift before it happened to the Noldor. How to do that? Why, by instigating a different shift from traditional Noldorin PH to Telerin F!

“Hey y’all, let’s stop saying PH and say F instead!”

“Whoa, capital idea my good egg.”

Moral of the story: Fëanor is only concerned with Quenya pronunciation insofar as it affects his own name and the names of family members he likes. He does not care whether it’s staying the same or moving to a new sound so long as it personally makes him feel good and his name sound cool. Therefore the true way to piss him off would be to call him Curuhwinwë Hwëanáro, son of Serindë.

Okay so here’s how it works

Now that history is out of the way, let’s get back to how TH was used by the Fëanorians. As I mentioned earlier, TH wasn’t a blanket pronunciation. It all depended on the original form of the word, and whether the root had a TH or an S. And some very similar-sounding words come from different roots, so this can get tricky. A great resource that’ll give you this information is Eldamo: Quenya words where the S was originally TH are marked out with the Þ (thorn) symbol in the wordlist.

Some examples:

Súlë (spirit, breath) comes from the root THŪ, which means it would be pronounced with a TH. Silma (white crystal) comes from the root SIL, so it and related words like Silmaril would be pronounced with an S. No Fëanorian would say Thilmaril. Isil (moon), however, is a similar-sounding word that comes from a different root: THIL. Olos (mass of flowers) comes from the word LOTH, but: Olos (dream) comes from the root LOS. Fëanorian pronunciation would immediately differentiate between these two words.

While Fëanorians may have retained the distinct pronunciation of TH vs S, other Noldor can still differentiate between original S and S-that-used-to-be-TH in their writing. There are specific tengwar to use depending on the word’s original form. Silmë (the one that looks like a 6) is used for original S, while súlë (or thúlë, the one that looks like an h) is used for original TH.

Which other elves used this sound in their speech?

Fandom has really latched on to this TH as a Fëanorian thing, but it wasn’t that exclusively. The TH sound was actually ubiquitous in other elven languages, and in Valinor, only the Noldor dropped it. It was still used in Telerin and in Vanyarin Quendya. The Vanyar retained the TH not because of anything to do with Míriel, but just because they were a little more conservative and their language didn’t pick up on all the changes that the Noldor made. They also noped out of the Z to R shift the Noldor initiated, opting to keep the Z around.

When Indis married Finwë, she stopped using the normal Vanyarin TH and switched over to S as a gesture of loyalty to him and his people. Finarfin, however, out of love for the Vanyar and Teleri, switched BACK to TH. I like to think about how much it would have annoyed Fëanor that his snot-nosed kid brother was speaking correctly, but for the wrong reason. Go down one more generation, and Galadriel very specifically did not use TH. But this time it was absolutely a choice made as a glaring middle finger to Fëanor.

What this means for your fanfic or whatever

The big takeaway here: you can’t just have Fëanorians replace every S with TH and call it a day.

If you’re inventing names for your Fëanorian OCs or coming up with phrases for them to say, it’s important to look into the history of all Quenya S-words you end up using to determine if they should be S or TH. If Fëanor got mad about somebody saying Serindë instead of Therindë, he’d get equally mad about somebody saying Thilmaril instead of Silmaril and assume they were mocking him. Remember: this is a dude with no chill. (On the other hand, if you WANT somebody to be mocking Fëanor, Galadriel would 100% do this because she has an equally negligible amount of chill.)

It’s also important to note that the TH isn’t a true shibboleth, since pretty much all elves EXCEPT the non-Fëanorian Noldor use it. And even the S-preferring Noldor would still be able to pronounce the TH. Those who went into exile would go on to use it commonly in Sindarin, and those who remained in Valinor would still encounter it among the Vanyar and Teleri. So if you’re writing a scene where somebody has to pronounce a TH word to prove their loyalty… yeah, everyone can pass this test. And in the opposite direction, you can’t use TH to prove somebody’s an evil Fëanorian, either. They might just be Vanyarin or something. Or, like. Really Old.

Would the sons (and followers) of Fëanor keep using TH after his death? Oh hell yeah. This is an entire family unfamiliar with the concept of not dying on hills. They will keep using it unto the ending of the world. Actually, with Sindarin becoming the common language of Middle-earth from the First Age, probably not a lot of change happened in exilic Quenya. It became a lore language: a piece of living history. It would have been preserved as it was when the original speakers left Valinor.

(And then, thousands of years later, Galadriel finally returns home to Tirion like, Long have mine eyes awaited this most blissful of sights, and ne’er hath my sprit soared with such grace, for I am returned! And all the Amanyar Noldor stare at her like, whatchu bangin on bout, eh? Because they had nothing better to do in the peace of Valinor than push Quenya to brave and frankly questionable new horizons.)

Anyway, there you go: a somewhat brief history of Fëanorian Quenya. I hope you found this informative and useful, or at the very least not boring. Obvs this is super condensed and, uh, not particularly scholarly, but I promise I know what I’m talking about. I have a university degree! (Not in anything even remotely related to what’s written above, but I hardly see how that’s relevant. It’s still a DEGREE.)

Questions? Need clarification or want more info? My asks are always open!

[gracebutnotgraceful]

surprise! - ted lasso

pairing: ted lasso x reader, no y/n

warnings: none, i think? (lmk if something needs to be tagged!)

word count: 964

summary: it’s ted’s birthday and you have the perfect surprise for him. 

“Beard, we’re just now getting back from the airport. There was so much traffic! Are you guys still at Crown and Anchor?” 

You unlocked the door to your flat and rushed everyone in, apologizing for the wait. Luckily, you’d left Keeley your spare key so that she could get everything set up for the night. You looked around amazed at her work. How she’d managed to set up so many decorations in such a short amount of time, you would never understand. 

It was Ted’s birthday, and his surprise party was going almost exactly as planned. You, Ted, and Beard got your morning coffee and walked together as usual. Beard had gotten the team to put together a dance for when Ted came onto the field for training in the morning. They have a game scheduled for the weekend, so it would come across as the perfect little surprise for him since they still had to train and he still had to work. You usually eat lunch with Ted; it gave you a break from your jobs and a little bit of time together throughout the day. Today, however, you had other plans. 

He was disappointed when you told him you couldn’t take your break with him, but you hoped that tonight would make up for it. Not only had you managed to plan the surprise party for him without him finding out, you’d also managed to get him the perfect gift: it just so happened to be Henry’s spring break, and Michelle had agreed to let him come and spend the week with Ted. 

“Okay, perfect. Give me five minutes to make sure everything is ready and then you can bring him over. Bye.” You ended the call and hung up your bag and coat. You took Henry to his room, greeting people along the way. He was so excited to see his dad. By the time he got all of his things unpacked and ready for the week, it would be the perfect time to bring him out and surprise Ted. 

“You get unpacked and I’ll be back so we can surprise your daddy in like ten minutes, okay buddy?” He nodded and started unzipping his suitcase. You shut the door behind you, smiling to yourself about how perfectly everything was coming together. 

“Am I awesome or what?” Keeley asked, walking up to you from the living area.

“Keeley!” You squeezed her into a hug. “This is perfect! Thank you so much.” She hugged you back with a laugh.

“I just can’t believe you managed to get him”–she pointed to Henry’s door–“here! He’s going to be so excited to see him.” 

“Honestly, I didn’t think Michelle was going to agree to it. But I’m so glad she did.” You checked your phone for the time. “Oh! They should be here any minute!” Keeley ran back into the living room and you followed, hushing the team and getting everyone ready to surprise Ted. 

Right on time, you heard the key turning in the lock and Ted talking to Beard on the other side of the door. 

“Surprise!” You all shouted as Ted walked in. His mouth dropped open. He looked at Beard who smiled and shrugged and then looked back at the crowd before him. The whole team had come, along with the coaching staff, Leslie and his family, Keeley, and Rebecca. 

“Well, y’all got me redder than that time Beard caught me–” Beard cleared his throat, shaking his head when Ted looked at him. “Right. Y’all did all this for me?” 

“It’s the least we could do,” you replied, stepping up and hugging him. He hugged you back, squeezing you tighter as you kissed his cheek. “Happy birthday!” 

“I don’t believe the surprise ends here, though?” Beard interjects with an eyebrow raise, a perfect segue into Henry being here. Ted looks at you questioningly. 

“It’s not a birthday without a gift, is it?” You ask with a smile. Almost as if it were rehearsed, Henry runs out of the hallway and into the living room. 

“Daddy!” he shouts, running straight to Ted. He wraps his arms around Ted’s legs. 

“Henry! Little buddy, how long did it take you to swim across the pond?” He picks Henry up, swinging him around in a hug. 

“I took a plane, silly!” He giggled as Ted put him back down. 

“Well, I guess let’s get this party started!” Ted does a little dance, and everyone laughs. He makes his rounds with people, accepting happy birthdays and making small talk. 

You’re washing the last of the dishes as Ted is putting Henry to bed. Everything had gone exactly like you’d planned. Ted seemed to really enjoy himself, and you know he was excited to see Henry. You still couldn’t believe you’d pulled that off. You smiled to yourself as you drained the water from the sink. Ted snuck behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“So I guess Henry was that client that you could only meet during our lunch today?” he asked. You scoffed and swatted at his hands with a dish towel.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d actually let a client meeting take over our lunch hour on your birthday!” You laughed as you turned around to face him. He chuckled as his hands returned to your waist.

“I guess a part of me knew that you were way better than that, but somehow you still manage to amaze me every day with just how great you are. Thank you for bringing Henry here and making my birthday special,” he responded. 

“I’d do anything to make you this happy all the time.” You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. “Happy birthday, Teddy.” 

[crazyotakugal]

Soaring Hearts

Hawks/Keigo Tamaki x Reader Fluff Lemon

Authors Notes:

Thank y’all so much for all the support!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story and like I said, here’s part Two!! I hope y’all enjoy!!

It’s been almost a month since your “encounter” with the Number Two Hero. You’ve been catching up with your family, seeing the sights, and wondering about your meet up with Hawks. Of course, you haven’t told anyone about meeting Hawks and the events that followed. However, there’s always the unexpected…

Part Two:

CHANCE ENCOUNTERS

“ Come on, y/n! You gotta check out this place next!” Your cousin, Fuyumi, waved you over to yet another sweets shop.

It was a nice day today and Fuyumi had the day off, so she decided to take your sight seeing/shopping. The district was actually really cool and had a variety of different shops, but you really didn’t have much money to spend. Since your dad ditched you, things have always been tight. If your uncle, the number one Hero, had not paid for your trip, you wouldn’t have been able to visit. However, you’d never tell your family about your financial situation.

“Oooohhh!! They have that awesome cake and milk tea!! Let’s get some!” Fuyumi grabs your hand and starts to drag you into the shop.

“Umm, Fuyumi, maybe we should slow down?” You really couldn’t afford it, but didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Oh no worries! Dad’s covering everything today! He insisted!” She beamed.

“Uuuuhhh…” You were at a lost for words.

You just decided to go along with it and allowed yourself to be dragged along. Despite your uncle’s attitude, he was actually a really kind person. You remember your mom calling him a monster and saying he was evil, but you just didn’t see that.

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

You and Fuyumi were sitting at a table with a neon rainbow checkerboard tablecloth and a pink vase with white daisies inside. The place was really nice for being a sweets shop. It was cutesy kind of place with different kinds of teas and sweets and the atmosphere was relaxing. You just went with whatever Fuyumi ordered. She seemed to be really happy and enjoying hanging around you. To be honest, you were really having tons of fun and you were really happy you came to Japan.

Even your encounter with Hawks.

Even if it was just a fling and as much as it made your heart ache to want to see him again, you knew your best chance was on a screen versus in person. You didn’t regret spending the night with him, but you felt bad for how it ended.

~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~

It was either really late at night or very early in the morning when you had woken up. It was really dark and you were tempted to slip back into the lull of sleep. However, you had to pee really bad. Your body felt stiff and heavy. Nature calling, you rub your thighs together, feeling a sharp pain shoot between your legs, and a stickiness there.

‘Huh? Too early for my period.’

You try to shift to get up, but something was wrapped around your waist. It didn’t feel like your covers. It was warmer and heavier. As your brain slowly started to wake up, you realized the thing around your waist was connected to something heavy pressed against your back. You try to wiggle a little bit and whatever was around your waist tighten.

You felt a lump in your throat and carefully turned your head. Holding your waist was Japan’s number two pro hero! His gold locks even messier then normal and he looked absolutely breath taking asleep. You very carefully slide away from Hawks without disturbing him, gather your scattered clothing, and tippy toe into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, fully clothed. You glance over at Hawks sleeping form, feeling regret for leaving like this bubbling inside you. However, you weren’t going to put yourself through that. Even though what you two had shared was amazing, you weren’t going to kid yourself into thinking that there was anything there. You wiped a few tears from your eyes and quietly left his apartment.

~~~ End F/B ~~~

“Y/n? Hey, y/n, you there?” Fuyumi is waving a hand in front of your face.

“Oh! Oh I’m sorry!” You laughed. “I guess I was spacing out.”

A waitress comes over to your table, setting down your orders and leaves with a bow. The tea smelled amazing and the cake super delicious!

“I’m sorry, Fuyumi, what were you saying?” You take a sip of the yummy tea.

She takes a bite of the cake and swallowed it, “I was saying that there’s this big charity party that dad wants us all to attend tonight and was asking you if you had a dress you could wear?!”

You choke a bit on your cake, “What?! No! Noooo! I don’t have anything to wear that fancy! I really don’t need to go, I mean I’m just his niece!”

Fuyumi makes a slight pouty face, “But you are family! It’s for the family’s of that Camino incident, so it’s for a good cause! Dad even said we could go pick out new dresses!”

You feel really uneasy about that,” That’s not necessary! Really!”

Fuyumi just smiled at you, “Really! Don’t worry about it!”

Even though you were still getting to know Fuyumi, you knew her well enough to know there was no point to arguing with her once her mind was set. You just take a bite of your cake as she beams knowing she won.

~~~~~~

After the sweets shop, you were dragged to a few clothing stores. Fuyumi found a few dresses she liked/bought, the one she finally chose for the evening was a navy blue tie back dress that had silver glitter at the hem slowly decreasing almost non existent to the waist, almost like a starburst effect. It looked amazing on her. In fact, a lot of stuff did.

You found a few things you looked for everyday wear and lingerie, which she bought you despite your protests, but nothing you felt confident in or really suited you. Finally, Fuyumi dragged you into this one store with all kinds of clothing. That’s when it caught your eye. It was an off the shoulder dress with loop sleeves, form fitting torso with lace up front. There was a satin bow at the waist, the bow resting on your hip. The skirt flared out into two layers, the top layer was sheer parted down the middle with tiny little diamonds (not real) that ruffled at the edges. The second layer was a satin material with the same diamond accents that came down to your ankles. It was your favorite color and the price wasn’t bad at all!

“Oh wow, y/n! That’s perfect! You should try it on!” Fuyumi beamed as she snatched the dress and pushed it and you towards the dressing room. A few minutes later, you came out with it on. It fit you perfectly and you couldn’t hardly believe it was you in the mirror.

“Y/n! You look beautiful!” Your cousin smiled at you, causing you to blush a little.

‘My little sparrow is so beautiful.’

You remember the last time someone called you “beautiful” and remembering that night made you turn bright red.

~~~ Later that night ~~~

Just as you thought, it was an extremely classy affair. There were ton of big time heroes there as well as a lot of influential names. You didn’t know everyone, but Fuyumi had no problem filling you in. She looked so pretty in her dress. Natsuo and Shoto of course didn’t show up. Fuyumi was squealing about all the hot and available guys at the party.

“Oh there’s dad!” Fuyumi grabs your arm and drags you over to where your uncle was.

He, of course being number one, was surrounded by a bunch of people. He looked really annoyed, but put on a front. Occasionally, shaking a hand. Once he saw Fuyumi and you heading his way, he excused himself and to meet you halfway.

“Hey, Dad! This things really great isn’t it?” Fuyumi smiles, as always, trying to be the sweet daughter.

“Fuyumi. Y/N. You’re both looking very nice this evening.” He gave a tiniest, quickest smile.

Fuyumi beamed at the compliment and gave even a little twirl. A waiter came by and offered you three a colorful drink in a tall glass with a cherry on top. Endeavor declined, but you two each took one and thanked him.

“Um, Uncle, thank you very much for the dress,” You bowed, careful not to spill your drink.

“Hey there, Number one! You sure are popular!” A familiar voice rang, making your heart stop.

You lift your head up, to see none other than Hawks standing next to your uncle, with his hand on his shoulder with his usual grin on his face. He, like the other pro heroes there, was wearing his typical attire.

“Ugh, Hawks, let me introduce you to my daughter, Fuyumi, and my niece visiting abroad, Y/N,” Endeavor holds a hand out gesturing your way causing your heart to stop.

‘Don’t be dumb, Y/N! It was a one night stand! He probably doesn’t even remember you!’

Hawks smiles at Fuyumi warmly, gently taking her hand, but there’s a split second of surprise and recognition when his eyes turn towards you. Your breath catches in your throat as he smiles, takes your hand into his, and brings it to his lips. You feel your face turn bright red.

“Nice you meet you, Y/n,” He says with a subtle hint of sarcasm. He was acting like you’d just met, but he definitely recognized you.

“Oh my God! Is that the number one and number two pro heroes together!” Someone yelled from the crowd.

Fuyumi grabbed your hand and hurried away so you two weren’t caught in the poparatzi fire. You glanced back at Hawks, who was still looking at you as you were being led away. The crowd of reporters encircled the two heroes.

~~~~~~~~~

After the craziness with the reporters, you’d lost sight of Hawks. You’d spent the rest of the evening being dragged around by your cousin, talking, eating, and drinking. It was actually lots of fun. You got to meet a lot of new people and eat a lot of delicious food.

A little tipsy, needing some air, you excused yourself from your cousin who honestly was too engrossed in talking to this guy to notice you leave. You found a quiet place in the outside garden. The cool air felt nice on your hot skin and the scent of the flowers around you was relaxing. You sat on a bench by a fountain, closed your eyes, and took a few deep breaths. As you started to cool down, the breeze was starting to make you shiver a little.

Suddenly something soft and warm is placed on your shoulders. Your eyes shoot open and you see Hawks standing there with a gentle smile on his face, he’d placed his jacket over you. Seeing him so close to you, made your heart race and you felt a ping of guilt.

“Little Sparrow a bit chilly?” He reaches and brushes a stray hair from your burning face.

Hearing him say that nickname, flustered you because images of that night came flooding back. You felt the familiar spark of desire start from just that little touch. The memory of how those hands felt touching you made you shiver slightly.

“I, um, I…” You stutter out.

He tilts his head slightly, “hmmm?”

You bow low, “I’m so sorry! About leaving like that I mean!”

Embarrassed you ramble on, “It’s just, um, I’ve never done that type of thing. Not saying I regret what happened, but…I didn’t know what to expect afterwards and panicked and…I’m so sorry I left and didn’t say anything…”

You’re afraid to look up, but a gentle hand on your chin, turned your gaze upwards to meet his. Those wonderful lips of his gently covering your own. At first it starts slow, but then gradually becomes more passionate. One hand wraps around your waist as the other cups the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His tongue sweeps over your lips and you grant him access to your mouth without hesitation. All the desire from that night reawakening as that kiss makes you melt.

When your lips finally part, both his hands cup your cheeks bringing your face forward so your forehead was resting against his. Your noses almost touching, both your eyes shut, and you both a panting for breath. Just from that kiss, you could tell that you probably were already soaked down there. Your eyes locked when you opened them. Desire burning so brightly behind his gold orbs.

You looked so beautiful to him right now. The dress you were wearing was absolutely amazing on you, your lips were red and swollen from his assault, and your cheeks were flushed. That morning, he felt sad that you had left and he hadn’t gotten your name or info. That night has been fantastic and he didn’t know what it was about you, but he just felt so drawn to you. Sure, he’d had experience with women and had some fun in his younger years. Despite the rumors about him, he didn’t go around jumping from woman to woman. That was way too risky for one, but shallow one night stands weren’t his thing.

“Y/N,” He breathed before kissing you again. His hands starting the explore your body over your dress.

“H…Hawks!” You gasp as his lips start placing kisses down your neck. Hearing your name from his lips completely overwhelmed you with need.

His arms lift you up bridal style and he flies up high onto a balcony. The door’s unlocked and Hawks carries you into the dark room. It looked like someone’s office, there were shelves with all kinds of books, a couple of couches by a fireplace, and a large wooden desk.

Hawks carries you over and gently lays you down on one of the couches, his jacket acting like a pillow, and leans over you. His lips once again taking yours captive. He uses one arm to support his weight above you as the other slides up your leg bunching the skirt of your dress higher and higher. You gasp against his mouth when you feel his fingers press against the damp cloth between your legs.

“Oh!” You toss your head back as his fingers slowly start to circle the wetness there.

“I see my lovely sparrow is still so sensitive,” he murmurs as he kisses your shoulder, his fingers dipping beyond your soaked panties.

“Keigo!” You cry out and you feel Hawks shutter above you, feeling how wet you already were for him and already crying his name.

He couldn’t handle it anymore. He gets up off of you, you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone and the sound of rustling clothing. You give a surprise squeal as you feel your panties being pulled off you. Hawks pushes your skirt all the way up to your waist and settles himself between your legs. Before you can say anything, he sheaths himself into you with one thrust. You can feel him fill every part of you, once again stretching you.

“Ahhh!” Your body shudders as you cum just from the sensation of him utterly filling you.

“Did my sparrow just cum from me just putting it inside?” He says with a cocky tone as he starts to move, “You really are made for me! Fuck! You feel so good!”

You dig your nails into his clothed back as your rocked into ecstasy. You look up at Hawks; his face twisted with pleasure and his beautiful red wings completely spread out above the two of you. Your tangle your fingers in his blond hair and bring his lips crashing down onto yours.

The sounds of moans and slapping skin fill the room.

“You’re so hot and wet! It’s like heaven inside you!” He breaths, never halting his thrusts, “God Sparrow, you’re taking me so wonderfully. You’re just the perfect fit!”

You start to feel that wonderful familiar knot start to build again. Hawks thrusts start getting a little rougher and deeper. A film of sweat covering both your bodies. His length hitting the entrance of your womb over and over again. The pleasure is just as intense as before that you feel your mind slipping away.

“Keigo! I’m gonna…oh God! I’m gonna!” You sob out, feeling yourself about to tumble down that peak any moment.

Hawks grabs your hips in his hands and pounds into you mercilessly. He burned the vision of you in his mind. Your h/c spilled all over as your head thrashes about, you withering underneath him with absolute bliss plastered on your face, and those lovely lips of yours swollen, parted, quivering as you start to reach your peak. That lovely dress of yours bunched at your hips giving him a wonderful view of himself being swallowed by your lovely pussy.

“Y/n, cum for me! That’s it! Cum for me sparrow!” He urges, pushing his hips against that spot a few times, his cock hitting your cervix, before you finally tumble over.

“KEIGO!” You scream, tossing your head back as your orgasm hits you. You cling to the couch as it washes you over. He holds his grip on your hips as he pounds you.

Hawks loses it when he feels you clamp down onto him, cumming around his cock. Your hot fluids gushing all over him. A few sloppy thrusts later, he’s calling out your name as he fills you to the brim. Another climax hits you as feel his dick twitching and filling you. You both lay there, panting afterwards.

You both hold each other on the couch, bodies still connected. Hawks still breathless, placing occasional kisses on your shoulder. He didn’t want to leave your warmth yet. After a few more minutes of holding you, mumbling soothing words, Hawks slips from your depths. He watches as your combined fluids seep from your opening slightly and catches your soft whimper once he left you.

Hawks sits up and gathers you in his lap, holding you to his chest. You smelt amazing. Like a sweet dessert. Your h/c was soft and your skin as well. It felt so nice holding you like this. You laid your head on his chest and gave into him holding you. His fingers gently stroking your hair. You didn’t want to be parted from him yet. You wished time would freeze and you two could stay like this. He smelt like rain. His warmth radiating from his body into yours. You feel a bit of sleepiness come over you.

“We should go before someone comes in and we get in trouble for staining their expensive couch,” Hawks whispers in your ear, bringing a bright red blush to your face.

You get up on your unsteady legs and straighten yourself up. You look around, a bit panicked, for your panties that you’d been wearing, but couldn’t see where Hawks had tossed them too. Your face turned bright red thinking how horrifying it would be if someone found them.

“Looking for something?” Hawks smiles at you, holding the bunched up lace garment in his hand.

“H…hey!” You feel your face burn even hotter. “Give those back!”

You go to try to snatch your panties from his hand, but of course he’s too fast for you and easily dodges. You go to try and grab them again, but this time he catches your wrist, pulling your body against his.

He smiles down at you, giving you a playful wink,”Consider these my hostage so you don’t go disappearing on me again.”

You make a pouty face at him and playfully punch him in the chest. He simply laughs it off.

His lips brush yours as he stuffs the material into his jacket pocket and lifts you up again. He effortlessly leaps down the balcony, safely with you to the ground. He gently sets you down on your feet. You feel his hand cover yours then sliding something between your fingers. It was his card, but at the bottom was a hand written phone number. You look up at him again and he reaches to brush a hair from your face. You looked absolutely adorable at that moment, looking up at him with big, questioning eyes.

“I don’t usually give out my personal number, but I’m willing to make an exception for you my sparrow,” He grins, ” However, now that I know you’re related to the big guy, I can easily hunt you down too.”

You give him a look and mumble under your breath, “You can try.”

He’s taken aback for a moment, then bursts into laughter. You were just too cute. He couldn’t help himself, wraps an arm around your waist, and kisses you deeply before he finally steps away from you.

He flaps his wings and takes off a few feet into the air. Small red feathers raining down all around you.

“Until I see ya around, Y/N!” He grins before taking off into the air. Leaving you looking up at the night sky as he disappears.

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So that’s it for part two!! Thank y’all so much and I’ll be working on part three soon. :D