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oneheda · 6 days ago

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hello !! may i ask a neteyam fic wherein nete has been trying to win the reader's (s/o) affection again for days and reader just saying "hmp" or ignoring him because of something that he did that made her feel upset :-P silly && comfort pls! :3c

THE RISK. | ➶ neteyam sully

── .✦ a: ONE-SHOT

w.c: 3.9k

pairing: neteyam x fem!na’vi!reader (aged up characters for plot purposes!)

story description: ever since olo'eyktan training cruelly took away a significant amount of time with you, neteyam has been desperately trying to win back your warmth and affection after he’s met with cold steel from your hurt. his longing for your touch and care only deepened from within as time and your silent resentment—a reflection of the quiet yearning that had you undoubtedly tethered to him—had kept you two apart.

contains: established relationship, slight angst that ends with silly fluff (lots!) <3, or otherwise known as hurt/comfort, teyam’ gifting you tons of flowers, him being obsessed with you, calling you yawne a lot, you guys’ chasing each other, falling into a river, being wet (oh.) and in love!!

warning(s): quite suggestive towards the end, but still very PG! 😏

a/n: omg this request is soooo cute and such an imaginable trope for neteyam, given that we all know if he stayed in omatikaya he’d be so busy training for olo’eyktan likeeee? i’ve read so many one-shots with the reader being mad at him before, and him making up for it, and i loved every single one. so, i’m so excited to try this one out in my writing style and mind! +while planning this i kept thinking about—what would you as his omatikayan lover be like? wouldn’t you be hesitant about falling too deep in love with him, knowing you’d miss his busy ahh sooo bad because he’s away like almost all the time? isn’t that risky? seriously, kudos to all those who take that risk IRL fr. ✊🏻

It started with flowers. Not just one or two, but a small, growing pile of them. Each time you turned around, there’d be another tucked behind your ear, balanced on your hammock, woven into a little bracelet left near your food.

Neteyam had been relentless in his attempts to win back your affection over the past few days. It wasn’t as though you didn’t love him because you did, with every fiber of your being. But you were still upset about the argument you’d had earlier in the week. The argument arose from the widening distance between you, a gap carved by the relentless demands of his role as the future Olo’eyktan. You nodded as he explained, telling him you understood—because you truly did. Every decision he made was for the good of the clan, for a future that included you, too. But understanding didn’t soften the ache in your chest. It didn’t quiet the longing for the moments that used to be yours alone.

You didn’t want to seem selfish, didn’t want to feel like a burden, like someone relegated to the edges of his life. But how could you not yearn for him when he was the very heart of your own?

You didn’t need grand gestures or impossible promised, just to feel like you mattered, like the bond you shared wasn’t something easily pushed aside. It wasn’t too much to hope for, was it? If it was, he shouldn’t have assured you that time would always find a way to make room for the two of you.

He shouldn’t have told you he could love you without limits.

Still, you weren’t angry, just quietly hurt. So, you let him sit with the weight of your silence for a little while longer, unsure if he truly understood how deeply you longed for his presence. If he cared, he would be honest. He would decide whether he could meet you where you stood or not.

And Neteyam, true to form, was determined to make the effort.

At communal dinner, he hovered like a shadow, his golden eyes constantly flicking toward you. You pretended not to notice, focusing instead on your food, the stars overhead, and occasionally the random crack in the floor. Anywhere but his face. Neteyam, however, was not easily giving in. With a deep breath, he reached over, gently prying your hands apart from where they were clasped in your lap. His large, warm palms enveloped yours, his thumbs brushing softly against your skin. You stiffened but didn’t pull away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of melting under his touch.

“Yawne (beloved),” he whispered, voice low enough that only you could hear over the chatter of the gathering. His brows knit together in concern. “Are you still upset? I’m sorry, okay? I’ll make it right. Just give me time for a few weeks.”

But your only response was a soft huff as you turned your attention to your plate. His ears drooped slightly, and his shoulders sagged, but he didn’t give up.

Neteyam had taken to foraging during his hunting trips, returning with blooms in every color he could find. Each one seemed chosen with care, as if he had combed through Pandora’s vast forest just to find the perfect match for you. This morning, you found a particularly delicate one—a deep blue petal with flecks of gold, so soft it felt like velvet—waiting for you beside your water. Its placement wasn’t accidental; he’d laid it carefully, as though it were a gift meant to soothe whatever rift had come between you.

“Do you like it?” His voice, deep and warm, came from behind you, startling you slightly.

You turned, fingers curling instinctively around the flower. He was leaning casually against a tree, his bow slung over his shoulder and his skin dappled in the soft morning light. He looked relaxed, but his twitching ears and the slight shift in his tail gave him away.

You rolled the flower between your fingers, trying not to let your heart leap at the sight of him. “It’s pretty.” Your voice was nonchalant, almost dismissive, but your gaze lingered on him for a moment too long.

He smiled, slow and knowing, but didn’t press further. Instead, he stepped closer, his shadow falling over you. “Pretty, huh?” he murmured, his tone teasing but soft. “Just pretty? I thought it was beautiful. Like you.”

You scoffed lightly, a weak attempt to mask the heat rising in your cheeks. “Is that what you’re doing now? Comparing me to flowers?”

Neteyam tilted his head, a playful glint in his golden eyes. “Only the rarest ones.” His voice dropped just slightly, and the way he looked at you made your stomach flip.

You tried to turn your attention back to the flower, but his presence was impossible to ignore. He crouched in front of you, his movements unhurried and fluid, and his hand reached out to tilt your chin up gently.

“You know,” he said, his voice softer now, “I don’t just bring these to make you smile. I bring them because I want you to know I think of you. Always. Even when I’m away.”

For once, you didn’t have a clever reply. And he smiled, small and boyish, as if your mere attention was like handing him all the stars in the sky. “You don’t have to say anything,” he whispered. “I already know.”

That night, during the clan’s celebration, you spotted him at the edge of the gathering. The music swelled, and instead of joining the other warriors in the dance, Neteyam was there, balancing precariously on a low branch. His arms flailed dramatically, as though he were imitating a bird taking flight.

You cocked an eyebrow and took a few slow steps toward him. “Is this what future Olo’eyktan training looks like? Because if it is, we’re doomed.”

He turned sharply at the sound of your voice, pretending to wobble before hopping down with an exaggerated flourish, landing directly in front of you. His grin was wide and unapologetic.

“I’m trying to make you laugh,” he admitted shamelessly, his amber eyes bright. “I’ve missed your laugh, yawne.”

You tried to hold firm, but when he clumsily twirled and struck a ridiculous pose, your laughter broke free. He straightened, a little victorious puff to his chest.

“There it is,” he teased gently, his chest still puffed out with mock pride. “I knew it was still in there.”

Your resolve cracked, but you still rolled your eyes for good measure. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re worth it,” he said without hesitation, so sincere and immediate that it caught you off guard. He extended his hand toward you, palm up to offer you a dance but he didn’t push. He just waited, his presence steady and patient.

“I’m still mad at you, you know,” you muttered, more for yourself than for him. You didn’t move, but your fingers tightened slightly around your forearms.

“I know,” he said gently, his voice low enough that only you could hear it over the celebration. “And I’ll keep earning back every bit of you until you’re not.”

For a moment, you hesitated, your heart warring with your pride. Slowly, your arms loosened, and though you didn’t take his hand, you let it rest there between you, a quiet truce in the making.

“Said you’d earn it back, huh?” The teasing tone in your voice had a sharp edge, and you couldn’t help the way it made his eyes sparkle with mischief. He tilted his head, a playful glint in his gaze, as if trying to predict your next move. “Then prove it.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel and dashed into the back of the forest, heart pounding with the rush of adrenaline. The sounds of the celebration faded behind you, replaced by the rustling of leaves beneath your feet. You couldn’t suppress the laugh that bubbled up from your chest as you glanced back over your shoulder. “Catch me if you can!”

His reaction was instant, his own laugh ringing out through the air as his long legs carried him quickly in pursuit. Neteyam’s voice came, warm with determination, but also with a clear, boyish excitement. “Oh, you know I will.”

You risked another glance behind you and saw him gaining, the playful smirk on his lips matching the wild spark in his eyes like a predator closing in on its prey. The challenge, the thrill. It was all there in his gaze.

You’d darted across the massive branch that spanned the glowing, bioluminescent river below. Your heart raced as you pushed yourself faster, the wind rushing past your ears, but it only made the sounds of your laughter spill out even louder.

It felt like freedom, like nothing in the world could touch you in this moment.

But just as you rounded a turn on the massive branch, his speed bested yours. Toned arms circled around your slim waist, pulling you back against him with such effortless power that it knocked the breath from your lungs. You gasped, his chest firm against your back, his body radiating warmth in the cool, humid air.

The glowing river far below shimmered with blues and greens, but the only thing you could focus on was him. Neteyam’s breath tickled your ear, unsteady from the chase but layered with soft, husky laughter that sent shivers racing down your spine.

“You’re not getting from me away that easily, yawne.” he murmured, his voice triumphant, teasing, as his arms held you close. His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer, and you swore you could feel every inch of him pressing against you. His heat, his scent, the way his hands seemed to burn through your skin.

Neteyam's breath brushed over your ear, warm and unstead, sending a hum of heat through your veins as the hairs on the back of your neck rose. You fought to steady yourself, but it was impossible. Your knees felt weak as a warmth blossomed in the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t just from the chase anymore. It was from the way he held you, so firmly, with the way his lips lingered so close to the curve of your neck so teasingly that left you dizzy in his hold. He chuckled once again as if hinting at the promise of laughter and surprises yet to come.

Before you could retort, before you could even think, he moved; both of you toppling sideways off the branch. You barely had time to gasp as he leapt, carrying you with him into the air. The drop lasted only seconds before you plunged into the river below, the cool water swallowing you both in a burst of bubbles and bioluminescent light.

You surfaced with a gasp, your laughter echoing across the glowing expanse as you pushed the wet strands of hair from your face. “Neteyam!” you exclaimed, half scolding, half incredulous.

He emerged just beside you, grinning like a mischievous child, his braids dripping water and his golden eyes sparkling. “You looked like you needed to cool off,” he teased, his voice thick with playful arrogance.

Well, you did need to cool off the hotness in your core… but this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind.

Without hesitation, you launched a spray of cool water at him, the droplets shimmering with the river’s glow as they scattered in radiant arcs. His reaction was instant; a burst of deep, joyful laughter that echoed through the humid air, rich and unrestrained. The playful challenge sparked an electric excitement between you, drawing you both into a frenzy of splashing and dodging. The world then began to blur into the glowing water and your shared laughter, a symphony of carefree chaos where nothing else mattered but this moment.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this alive, this carefree.

Eventually, your laughter guys laughter faded into breathless quiet. His eyes found yours, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to still. He moved closer, his face only inches from yours now, his wet skin glistening faintly in the river’s glow.

You let out a little laugh, your fingers finding it’s way on his chest, not sure whether to pull away or pull him closer. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

“I’m yours,” he corrected, his voice low and serious for just a moment as he stared deeply into your eyes, drowning in them as if they were the river instead. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Soon enough, Neteyam’s once-constant efforts seemed to slip away, fading into nothing more than fleeting memories. His presence, once a constant source of warmth, began to diminish with every passing day. The flowers he had once brought you—each one an offering of love and hope—became fewer and fewer, as if the color was draining from both the blooms and the moments you shared.

Once again, you understood and didn’t blame him, or at least told yourself. After all, your own responsibilities as a healer had grown burdensome, the increasing frequency of skirmishes and the unrelenting demand for resources leaving you with little time for anything else. Your days blurred into a haze of tending wounds and gathering herbs, each task an anchor that dragged you further from the quiet joys you once had even with yourself.

The strain of hunting weighed heavily on Neteyam too. Gone were the days when he would wander through Pandora’s vibrant forest, carefully selecting the most beautiful flowers to weave into thoughtful bouquets. Now, even the act of picking a single bloom seemed beyond his reach, a bittersweet reminder of the tenderness that had once come so effortlessly.

The communal dinners you had once savored together became strained, short-lived affairs. He would excuse himself early, his duties as the future Olo’eyktan demanding his attention, dragging him away before the last bite of food could even be tasted. He needed rest, they said, to prepare for the challenges ahead. And though you understood, the weight of his absence pressed heavier on your chest with every night he left, his absence a constant ache. The time you once had—those stolen moments of laughter, of closeness, of being seen—became rare, almost impossible to hold onto. The spaces between you grew longer, the silences more deafening.

You began to wonder if this was just how it had to be now. If love, no matter how deep, could survive when it was stretched thin by duty and distance. But fear began to creep in, insidious and unwelcome. It was twofold: the fear of losing Neteyam to the weight of his future, and the fear of losing yourself entirely to the relentless tide of duty.

It seemed that love or leisure took a backseat and only the ceaseless demands of survival drove up-front. Maybe, maybe, everything was silently nearing the end of you and him.

You missed him, so very much. But a part of you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of your pride or admit just how much you missed him. Perhaps you thought you were being unreasonable, that it shouldn’t hurt this much when he wasn’t around. So you turned away from him, convincing yourself that this distance was dignified, that it was better to seem indifferent than desperate.

Yet deep down, the fear gnawed at you. You were terrified of being too much, of clinging too tightly to the man destined to lead and maybe eventually leave you like he always did. Either due to the familiar duties or worse, death. If you moved closer, if you let yourself reach for him, you feared you wouldn’t be able to let go. And worse, you feared the day would come when you’d find yourself begging, pleading for him not to leave, not to hurt you ever again, and that would shatter you in a way you weren’t sure you could survive.

You awoke one day after he finally joined you in your hammock for the first time in many nights, and as expected, the warmth of his body pressed against yours was gone, leaving only the faintest memory, as fragile as dew kissed by the morning sun. Could it have been just a dream? The thought clawed at you. You hoped not, but the possibility felt plausible. After all, exhaustion had blurred the lines between reality and fantasy. Perhaps your sleep-deprived mind had conjured it all: the weight of his arms around you, the gentle press of his lips, the whispered words.

But just as the doubt began to settle, a soft rustle pulled your thoughts back to the present. The sound grew louder, and you turned your head to see the heart of the matter approaching your hammock once again. Neteyam.

The warrior, as if returning from a long combat, emerged from the soft morning light, his smile radiant and disarming, as if the very sight of you was the highlight of his day. In his hands, he held a woven pouch, bursting with herbs and dried flowers, their scents already filling the air between you.

“For your hammock,” he said, his voice warm and full of affection. He knelt in front of you, holding it out with both hands like an offering. “So that it smells like the forest… and not, you know.” His grin widened, boyish and unguarded, as if he couldn’t help but tease you just a little.

You blinked at him, surprised. “Did you… make this?”

“Of course,” he said proudly, a light laugh escaping his lips. “Well, okay, I asked Grandmother for help. But I picked the flowers myself. Only the best ones, paskalin (sweet berry).”

You brought the pouch to your nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was a perfect blend of calming herbs, delicate flowers, and something distinctly him—earthy, grounding, and utterly familiar.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. For once, you didn’t try to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “But it’s so early. How’d you find the time?”

Neteyam’s eyes softened as he looked at you, and he reached out, brushing his fingers gently against yours. “Yawne,” he began, his voice steady and full of conviction, “I will always find time for you. Even when I’m busy, even when it feels like the world is pulling us in every direction, you are the first thing on my mind. And I pray you never have to wait so long for me again.”

Before you could respond, he leaned closer, his smile deepening. “It’s always going to be me at the end of the line, no matter what. Remember that for me, please?”

And as if he knew what you had been thinking, his words hit you like a wave, sweeping away most of your doubt like it always did. Before it inevitably crept back in, of course. Yet something entirely else stirred within you as Neteyam leaned in closer. His proximity was disarming, his golden eyes holding you unexpectedly captive. His scent, warm and woodsy, wrapped around you like a second skin, and the sight of him this close—lips parted slightly, his sharp jawline catching the soft morning light—sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded slowly, but it was more out of reflex than control. Your hands tightened around the woven pouch, clutching it as though it could tether you to reality, though your mind was already spinning. Your breath hitched, heart thundering in your chest as you couldn’t ignore how weak you felt under his gaze, knees threatening to buckle even though you were sitting.

He tilted his head, studying you with a faint smile tugging at his lips, so achingly handsome that it sent heat rushing through your cheeks.

“Yawne,” he murmured softly, his voice like a caress, “Are you alright?”

Your throat felt dry, and you cursed your inability to speak. You could feel the burn low in your core, an ache you didn’t know how to soothe, and you prayed he didn’t notice the flush creeping up your neck. But the way his eyes flickered over you—intently, as though he could read every thought you didn’t dare say aloud—made you wonder if he already knew.

“I, uh… I’m fine,” you managed to whisper, though your voice wavered, betraying you. But you summoned a smile for his grace, despite it all, “Thank you, Ma’ Teyam. For this, for everything.”

“Always welcome.” His smile grew, softer now, but laced with that teasing edge he reserved just for you. “Are you sure you’re alright?” His tone was light, but his hand reached out, fingers brushing against the side of your hip down to your thigh. The simple contact made you feel as though your whole body was alight. It was maddening how much power he held over you, how even a fleeting touch could leave you unraveling. You wanted to look away, to collect yourself, but the way he was looking at you—with that intoxicating mix of love and desire—had you rooted to the spot.

“Because,” he added, leaning in just enough for his breath to ghost across your lips, “you look like you’re about to fall apart. And, paskalin, I’m not sure if I should hold you… or let you crumble, just so I can pick up every piece.”

His words sent your mind spinning, and you realized then that you weren’t sure whether you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. All you knew was that the heat of him, the weight of his gaze, was utterly consuming, and despite yourself, you wanted to burn.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Instantly, you demanded, “Pick me up. Bring me to your tent.”

There was no hesitation, no need for clarification. He knew exactly what you were asking, and it sent a flicker of something dangerous and thrilling through his golden eyes. His lips curved into a knowing smile, one that made your stomach flutter and your breath catch in your throat.

Without a word, Neteyam scooped you up effortlessly, his hands firm against your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. The ease with which he held you made you feel small and completely at his mercy, and it only heightened the ache that had been building inside you for far too long.

“Missed me that much, huh?” he murmured, his voice a low, velvety tease as his forehead brushed against yours. The warmth of his breath danced across your skin, igniting every nerve as you struggled to keep your composure. “Almost thought you’d never ask…”

Your fingers threaded into his braids, pulling him just a little closer, your lips barely a breath apart. “Don’t make me regret this, ‘Teyam,” you whispered, though the tremor in your voice betrayed the longing you’d been trying to keep hidden.

“Regret?” He chuckled, a sound so rich and full it made your head spin. “Yawne, you’re about to remember why you never could.”

He carried you swiftly, his steps purposeful as the tension between you crackled like the air before a storm. Every glance he stole, every squeeze of his hands against you, eventually ended with a peck on your lips. And by the time he reached his tent, Neteyam set you down carefully, his eyes burning into yours with an intensity that stole your breath.

His thumb brushed along your cheek, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent chills down your spine. “Loving me might be dangerous, syulang (flower),” he said, his lips ghosting against yours, “but you’re the bravest thing I’ve ever known.”

And in that instant, you knew. You were going to fall for the risk of wanting him as long as you wake, no matter how perilous the drop.

AHHHH thank you for reading!! once again—likes, comments and reblogs are very deeply appreciated. 💞💞

i was wondering, should i have made them kiss? but then i was like nahhhhhhhhhh. i like how the story points to how love can be shown beyond just mere physicality (even if it gets suggestive at some point). it’s cute, don’t you think??

ANYWAYSS, i hope you guys enjoyed and thank you so much @aamircoeur for the request! i’ve definitely gotten a few in the mailbox lately & i’d love for more because i’m on a looooong vacation so i would love to write while i’m free!! if you have any ideas (esp your craziest / complicated ones as long as it’s PG) send em right up! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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sleepyjuice · 7 months ago

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jj is 100% a dog person. he was laying in the hammock outside the chateau one day, beer in his hand and his hat resting low on his face, covering his eyes as he was enjoying the calm weather that had come the day after a pretty nasty storm hit the island when he heard movement nearby, causing him to sit up and pull his hat back up properly on his head.

“hey who-“ he called out, looking towards the direction of the sound, expecting human company, but was met with a timid looking dog slowly making its way towards him.

“ohhh, hey… hey little guy. c’mere, it’s okay.” he stood up slowly, his voice soft as he gently kneeled down to the dogs level as it fully approached him. the dog was apprehensive but eventually stopped once it was stood in front of jj, the two at eye level now.

“what happened to you, huh? where’s your owner?” he looked over the dog, which he now knew to be a boy, eyes scanning his neck as he searched for a collar, but there was none. he moved his head to fully inspect him, looking for any signs of injuries. the dog didn’t look injured though, just scared. he must have ran away or gotten loose during the storm somehow.

after a while, the dog realized he wasn’t in immediate danger around the tall man he had found, even letting jj pet his neck softly. so he followed jj inside when he ushered him in to get him a bowl of water and search for any kind of food that would be suitable for a dog.

he ended up finding a few slices of cheese and some deli meat, which he deemed good enough for the time being. the dog was quick to eat it all up and finish the bowl of water jj had gotten him, soft curious eyes full of gratitude and adoration looking up at the kind man who had just fed him.

“ahh fuck, what am i gonna do with you?”

#jj maybank #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank x reader #outer banks #jj maybank fanfiction #just a little drabble #headcanon i guess #jj would be the cutest dog dad #he would name him something goofy like michelob or call him bud but say it’s short for bud light 😭

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luvbugs-blog · 2 years ago

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getting caught with the mha boys

ft. shoto, izuku, sero, and eijiro

getting the smoochies in, then being caught

warnings: not proof read!

Shoto Todoroki

It was an accident, really. You guys had just gotten finished a particularly hard training period, and the two of you had decided to go out on a date. However, you insisted that you had to get changed first because you refused to go out all sweaty. He agreed, and the two of you went your separate ways.

15 minutes had passed, and you had changed into something very cute and comfy. You heard a small knock as you packed your small bag to bring with you.

"Come in!"

Your handsome boyfriend entered the room looking as god-like as ever. He walked up to you and you just melted against him.

"You smell so good, Sho." You look up at him and he blushes.

"Thanks, love. You look so pretty." Next, it was your turn to blush. "I just want to spend the rest of my life with you." He's so romantic.

"Hm, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." He leans down to give you a little kiss, which you return without hesitation. But that little kiss turns into something more when you wrap your arms around his neck, hands tangled in his hair. He clings to you like it's a sin to ever be parted. All was going well when your childhood friend, Midoryia walked in without knocking to show you whatever new gadget he got. The two of you parted when you heard the door open, but it wasn't quick enough. Midoriya just kept spewing apologies that the two of you had to laugh.

"We'll finish this later," Shoto tells you, before escorting your friend out of your room.

Izuku Midoryia

The two of you were training together one day after school. Throwing punches and kicks at each other, neither of you yielding. Until one kick from Izuku meets the side of face, throwing you to the ground.

He immediately rushes over to you, crouching over you, hands shaking.

"Baby! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, it was an accident and I totally didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, I love you so much, please don't leave me, I love you-,"

"BABE! Chill! This is what happens when two people spar. And I love you too." Apparently, that last thing was too much for him, because he turned a bright red. Before snatching you up in his lap.

"Izuku, what are you- hmph!" He shoved his lips against yours, and you felt wetness on your cheeks.

"Baby, why are you crying?" He sniffed.

"I never want to lose you. I'm so sorry babe."

"You'll never lose me, baby. Promise." You give him a small kiss, and he runs with it. He holds you so close and tight, but you feel so safe with him. You melt into him and kiss him back with the same rigor.

"Shitty Deku, I'm here to spar- AHH!" Izuku springs up. "Kacchan! What are you doing?" He starts to walk toward him, but Bakugo just turned and left.

He turned to you. "Uh oh." You just laugh. That's your weirdo.

Hanta Sero

Cuddled up in his surprisingly comfortable hammock, the two of you were watching Wednesday.

"Jenna Ortega is so pretty," you sigh. Sero holds you closer to him. "You're gorgeous, darling." He kisses the side of your head.

"I never said I was ugly! What are you trying to say to me?" You giggle, trying to push him off of you, but he continued his love assault.

"I," kiss, "love," kiss, "you."

"I love you too, you weirdo." You managed to roll out of the hammock, and he glares at you playfully. You start trying to recreate Wednesday's dance, and he just laughs at you.

"You try to do any better!"

"I won't try. I'll do better."

"Well, them, let me see!"

He wiggled a little bit with his hands above his head and looked like a goof doing it. "Wooooow, how amazing you are."

"Hey! No sarcasm." He tried to do a little spin, but ended up falling onto you.

"You are very good at this dancing thing." He grins at you, but doesn't move. "Uh, are you going to get up?"

"Nope. I find it quite comfortable here." He props himself up on his forearms, and presses a kiss to your lips. You pull your arms over his back and pull him into you. The two of you were really going at it until Denki bursts in, complaining about Bakugo.

Sero pulls off of you and kinda shields you behind his back. But the two of you are still fully clothed... oh well, it was kinda romantic and heroic of him.

"Woaaaah, hey man I'm so sorry. The two of you couldn't even make it to your bed?" Sero shoots his tape at Denki, completely covering his face.

"Sorry, lovebug. What if we continue this in Denki's dorm?"

"That sounds like a great idea, baby." The two of you run out of his room giggling and holding hands. The next day when you see Denki, his eyebrows are gone. As well as the small mustache he was trying to grow. He was not happy.

Eijiro Kirishima

the two of you were chilling in denki's room with the rest of the gang, watching mina and sero frantically try to beat each other in mortal kombat.

"HA! raiden is the worst!" mina squeals as her character lands a punch.

"oh yeah? well," sero pauses, trying to think of a good comeback, "i think kitana is stupid." mina gasps before launching at him, effectively distracting his player before winning.

you giggled, watching your friends make a fool of themselves. but your giggling didn't last long when sero threw mina up off of him, making her land of the end-table by the chairs you and kirishima were sitting on. your coke which had previously been sitting there was now on your shirt and lap. you stand up quickly, but the shirt had already soaked all the way through, becoming a bit see through, which kirishima noticed. he quickly ushered you to denki's bathroom while mina is shouting apologies behind him.

"hey, sweets. are you ok?"

"yes, of course! it was just a little spill." you turn to look at the damage in the mirror, thinking that you will probably need to borrow a shirt from denki's closet. you angle your body a little bit, when your eyes meet kirishima's in the mirror. he blushes a little bit, and you figure out why. the now see-through shirt was showing your bra. you turn and wink at him.

"my night in shining armour!" you giggle, throwing your arms around him. He places a small kiss on your head, on your cheek, and finally on the place you wanted.

you kissed him back with fervor, before backing up and taking the wet shirt off. making a little show out of it, kirishima whistled at your display.

you twirled for him before wrapping your arms back around his neck, and he slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. the two of you continued until bakugo starts banging at the door, causing the both of you to jump.

"the two of you extras better get the fuck out so I can take a piss."

"only if I can borrow denki's shirt!" you yelled back, arms still around his neck.

"woah, woah. you can have mine," kirishima says, pulling away to take off his shirt. he throws the shirt at you, and when you are decent he opens the door, flashing his pecs to his friends.

"look how manly I am!"

oh my, you have a very special boyfriend.

author's note: there will be a part two!! including bakugo, denki, hitoshi, iida, and tamaki! stay tuned!

#todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #hanta sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #mha x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #deku x reader #bakugo x reader #deku midoriya #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #mha imagines #mha x you

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inchidentally · 7 months ago

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(anon charmingly asked for a "ramble" from me about this video and like I even need the excuse tbh)

literally one of my favorite qualities of their dynamic is Lando mercilessly nagging Oscar and bossing him around and Oscar dutifully obeying and finding Lando constantly fun and charming no matter what. it's a trait that Lando only brings out around very select people and tbh I can only come up with Max F atm tho I'm sure there are others. but normally with his friends Lando is the little brother who's just happy to be included and he might be annoying or stubborn sometimes but mostly just to wind them up. but The Nagging? is reserved only for people who can handle it. and Oscar handles it far, far too well.

I love that Oscar has clearly been told to lead these videos more by the McLaren social media team and given guidance about things like using his hands and being more animated … only for Lando to interrupt and huff out "do you want to start or do you want me to start?" bc CLEARLY Oscar isn't doing it the way Lando wants !!

Oscar's fumbling little "ahh ahh I-I can start?" literally "yes dear sorry dear"

OKAY SO THE FUNNIEST PART !! is Lando's absolute OUTRAGE when he spots the hangers and immediately accuses Oscar of stealing them even though ! the hangers are empty and clearly Oscar isn't lying when he says had no idea they were there - oh and Lando steals them all for himself anyway

BUT OSCAR LAUGHS AND GOES ALONG WITH IT "apparently I stole his hangers" meanwhile Lando is literally still grumbling "goddd!" behind the camera bc he is SO MAD

Lando picking around Oscar's sink before he gets caught out and

interrupts Oscar again bc TIME FOR LANDO

"it's a bit cleaner!" oh the satisfaction we all felt when Oscar pointed out that Lando hadn't actually unpacked yet

oh my god !!! the way they pick up on these little domestic bits "my morning latte" "2 in the afternoon" "AHEM afternoon" like this is clearly what's going on when they do the thing of looking at each other and giggling and no one else knows why

Lando's pride in his new bed and Oscar narrating along to how it's set up

OSCAR GOING "DONK" WHEN LANDO DESCRIBES HITTING HIS HEAD THAT'S SO CUTE and absolutely going in my Oscar Narrating Lando's Life list

the synchronized "two other driver rooms" oh my god they're so scary sometimes they even looked at each other like wtfff

Oscar is boring about wood trim and Lando looking at the camera like wowww interesting huh? - oh my god let your boy be dull it's just how he is !!

Oscar's sleeping space being deemed "cute" by Lando ;__; just like his BK order

the way Oscar keeps providing along words for Lando in Lando's room and yep sure enough, Lando needs him for 'hammock'!!

no seriously Oscar having learned to track Lando's meandering thought patterns so closely bc ha as if Lando will be doing that and not losing track completely

Oscar literally did not need to laugh like that at Lando pretending he had a console and PC set up for gaming but well Zendaya laugh down bad etc

Lando having fully taken over starts the full outro and Oscar returns to his beloved spot watching Lando and saying "yes" over and over like literally McLaren just follow them around with a camera you don't need to prompt them with challenges they do all this on their own

#the formatting on this is migraine inducing I'm so sorry I'm shit #landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #inchidentallyanessay #I'm a moron and they tickle my brain the right way sorry again

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maverickbabes · 2 years ago

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Why Do I Put Up With You

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!reader!

Neteyam and Reader are 18

Warnings: scaring, surprise grabbing, playful Neteyam. that it's just cuteness.

Summary: While y/n is practicing some things she learned in her tsahik training, Neteyam comes over to spend time with her but she's really busy and doesn't notice him entering the hut.

yawne (n) - beloved

yawntutsyìp - darling/little loved one

Y/n grabs the bottle of oil from the shelf and puts a few droplets into the small bowl of powder. She was going to be making a sample paste that she learned from her tsahik training and it's supposed to help the healing process of a wound. "Okay y/n, you can do this" She tells herself as she begins to mix the oil within the powder.

She puts some of the paste on her arm and shakes her head before grabbing a cloth and wiping it off her arm. She doesn't notice Neteyam standing in the hut, watching her grab yet another bowl to try and make the paste again.

He was going to scare her

A mischievous smirk plays on Neteyam's lips as he slowly makes his way over to y/n. He raises his hands and hovers them over her shoulders, deciding whether or not to grab her shoulders. "AH!" Neteyam shouts as he grabs her shoulders, scaring the life out of her.

"AHH" Y/n screams as she whips around and drops the bowl of powder onto the floor, covering them both in the process. Neteyam starts laughing loudly as y/n looks up at him and pouts. "Neteyam" She whines as she bent down picking up the empty bowl before setting it down on the table.

Still laughing, He cups his mate's face and can't help but kiss her. "You look very cute ma yawntutsyìp" Neteyam coos as she looks up at him, still pouting. He leans down once more to give her a soft kiss then grabs her arms that were crossed over her chest.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up yea?" He says and y/n nods her head before letting him lead her to the water. Once in the water, He looks back and reaches out his hand for y/n to grab. Y/n complies and gets into the water next to him and Neteyam begins to gently wash off the powder.

Y/n giggles as she feels his fingertips graze against her tummy and he looks up with a mischievous smirk. "So you're ticklish ma yawne" He teases and she shakes her head. "No no don't even-" She starts to say but instead, she lets out a fit of giggles as Neteyam tickles her.

"You're not ticklish huh?" He taunts while tickling her even more, happiness evident on his face as his tails swishes back and forth excitedly. Y/n splashes water at him and attempts to escape but he grabs her by the waist and pulls her back to him. "Don't try to escape" He says laughing as he held her in his arms for a split second before continuing his tickle attack on her.

She squeals giggling as she wiggles around in his arms, managing to escape and she splashes him a few times. He dunks under water and swims towards her, pulling her under as she lets out a surprised scream. Y/n swims up to the surface and moves her hair out of her face before looking back and seeing Neteyam surface seconds later.

"I don't know why I put up with you" She says with a roll of her eyes and he wraps his arms around her then kisses her forehead. After having some fun in the water, they went back home and made some dinner then got situated for the night, cuddling in their hammock.

Neteyam smiles as he brushes some of her hair out of her face, looping it behind her ear and cups her face as his thumb strokes her cheek. "You're so beautiful yawntutsyìp" He whispers as he places his forehead on hers.

"I love you ma teyam" She blurts out and he blushes before looking down at her. "I love you ma yawntutsyìp" He says back and pulls her against his chest, holding her against him as close as possible. Y/n hides her face in his neck in embarrassment while he plays with her hair.

"Why are you hiding hmm?" He asks and she shakes her head while letting out a small whine. "I'm embarrassed" She mumbles and he smiles before grabbing her face so she could look at him. "Don't be embarrassed ma yawne, I love it when you're like this" He reassures her and she nods her head before nuzzling her face against his neck.

He pulls her against him and purrs softly at his mate and she smiles before letting out a small purr in return.

#avatar neteyam #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam imagine #neteyam suli x reader #neteyam sully fic #neteyam sully avatar #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam smut #avatar way of water #avatar #avatar fluff #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam suli

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stinkysam · 1 year ago

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Buggy the Clown - Furnace.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “Buggy and a male devil fruit user? The reader are a fire devil fruit and can manipulate fire without it hurting them. Buggy could find pretty cool and flashy. The fire power also causes the reader to have a really warm body temperature…” - anon

Reader : male (he/you)

It was a cold winter night in the middle of the sea, rain pouring heavily on the deck. You were in your hammock, snoring peacefully.

You didn't mind the weather in the slightest. Your devil fruit gave you a high body temperature, so much the air around you was hot, almost like standing next to a chimney.

Shaking and shivering, your crewmates are arguing about who will sleep in the hammock next to yours, to enjoy your powers for the night.

Then, the door gets kicked open by none other than your captain.

“What's going on here ?!” He loudly yells and you wake up, jumping on your feet, wobbling a bit.

“We're just- [Name] is really warm, captain.” One says.

“And ?” His right foot is tapping the floor, hands on his hips.

“And we're cold…”

“So you want to use him, mh ? Did you ask him ?” He says, squinting his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at his words, why did he care so much suddenly ?

“N- no…”

“You should be ashamed of yourselves !” He pointed at them, and they looked down in embarrassment. “[Name], with me, now !” He ordered and you quickly walked to him. “He'll sleep with me tonight, that'll teach you all.” He said, leaving the room with you as your crewmates sadly climbed in their hammocks.

You walked in silence to his bedroom, unable to contain your smile while Buggy's face still looked severe.

“You can drop the act now, we're alone.”

“What ? I have no idea what you're talking about.” He says, looking at you, pouting as if to look like he was thinking of what you could be insinuating.

“It's okay, captain, I get it, you're cold and I'm warm.”

“What !?” He says, looking insulted. “I just acted like a good captain ! I heard ruckus in the room and saw you being bothered by them. If anything, I saved you ! You should be thankful.”

“I was asleep.”

He found nothing to reply to that, grumbling instead and then you noticed him trying to contain his shivering. He side eyed you, wondering if he had done the right thing but as you wrapped your arm around him, any regrets evaporated. Nevermind, he was right to steal you from his minions.

You quickly reached his room and jumped on his bed.

“Ahh !” You sighed, his king-size bed was much more comfortable and spacious than the hammocks. Buggy snorted, climbing next to you and throwing the covers above you two.

He turned the lights off and you laid down, waiting for him to lay next to you. But instead, nothing came.

It was one thing to plan this and steal you away for your warmth, but it was another thing to get physically close to you for it. Luckily for him, the lack of light hid his blushing.

“What are you waiting for ?” You ask, staring at his silhouette before pulling him closer, making him gasp.

Cheek against cheek, you held him against you, closing your eyes before you felt him shift, pulling away from you before coming closer again, his head resting on your chest.

It was warm. It felt nice.

He could hear your heartbeat. It felt weird. But… comforting. Like hearing a lullaby.

Buggy closed his eyes, arms wrapping around you to keep you there, slowly getting more comfortable as one of your hands rubbed his back, soothingly.

He was no longer shivering, instead falling into a deep sleep, snoring louder than you.

Maybe he should do this more often.

#male reader #m!reader #one piece #one piece live action #one piece x male reader #opla #one piece imagine #opla buggy #opla x male reader #opla imagine #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x male reader #buggy the clown imagine

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neteyamyawne · 1 year ago

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🫀— Broken Hearts

༄ Pairing : Neytiri x Fem!Na'vi!reader.

༄ Summary : She left you for the one she said not to worry about, even when you warned her, in the end, this was not what meant for you to begin with.

༄ Warnings : Cheating, heartbreak, hurt/no comfort, Gaslighting, manipulation, aggressive behaviour, Neytiri being a red flag, toxic behaviour, attachment issues? Neytiri is an asshole, Jake being nice? use of [y/n] in some places.

༄ Prompt : Cheated on.

༄ Word Count : 1.9k Proof read.

༄ Note : I loveeeee Neytiri angst like THERE COULD BE SO MUCH NEYTIRI ANGST!! AHH FERAL (I'm crying 😭)

༄ Glossary : [uniltiranyu] - Dreamwalker, [Vrrtep] - Demon, [Tsahik] - clan's spiritual leader, [Yawne] - Beloved, [Tiyawn] - Love, [Vitrautral] - Tree of souls, [Paskalin] - sweet berry.

◦ Angstmas || Masterlist

She was your everything, quite literally after losing your brother and family in RDA attacks, she became your whole world, everyone knew about you and Neytiri, she was like nectar while you followed her like a bee, childhood friendship turned into love, who didn't want that?

Mo’at took the initiative of taking you in, being the mother you lost, your life was nearly perfect, a family, a loving partner, a place to live, good food, a life filled with love and affection all until a certain uniltiranyu was brought into your clan with your soon-to-be mate by his side.

»»————-　𑁍　————-««

You were waiting for the right time to mate, as said by mo'at the time hadn't come yet, but still your heart yearned for the day to come soon.

The vrrtep that has taken a place in your clan, never failed to irritate you, more so since it was sign from the great mother for him to stay and for Neytiri to be the one who train him, your fears grew though, with each passing day as they trained you’d see from afar how they behaved together, the practices were getting suspiciously touchy even when not needed.

His little tricks, his constant smile, he always had a hand touching her, her hair… hand… shoulder and it didn't go unnoticed by you.

The communal dinners were the same, while you sat with Mo’at and Eytukan, Neytiri was immersed in a conversation with Jake about practice they had earlier with a radiant smile on her face that you hadn’t seen in weeks since he came into her life, she seemed distant as days passed by… and you were terrified but you trusted her… right?

Mo'at saw the look in your eyes, seeing her daughter with a demon they despised was something the tsahik didn't like herself but even more when she saw the daughter she took under her wing looking at her soon-to-be mate with someone else pained her more.

“Ma ite, everything would be alright, the great mother would not disappoint you, my child, she has a path for everyone…”

Mo'at whispered in your ear as she smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder before cupping your face in her palm.

“Do not be afraid to ask your questions, ask them before it's too late” mo'at knew what she was saying and so did you, you had to talk to Neytiri about this, it was the only way.

You stared at the woman who became your mother then to the one who was supposed to be yours forever and sighed as you picked and fondled at your food and nodded, lost in your thoughts, you had to talk and soon.

»»————-　𑁍　————-««

The clan was turning back to their hammocks now, you returned to the one you shared with Neytiri since who know how long, it for good to have her back with you, at least the nights were yours, she smiled, it was genuine and you could see it, as the hammock covered you both she pulled you closer, tangling her limbs with yours.

Her golden eyes shone in the bioluminescent lights and you couldn't help but smile sheepishly as she pressed lazy kisses on your face.

“Neytiri… I wanted to speak to you.” You whispered in the middle of her kiss session and she stopped with her eyebrows furrowing, still holding you close to her “what is it, yawne?”

You took a deep breath, holding her hand tightly in yours as she laced her fingers with yours with concern on her face “Tiyawn, what is it?”

“I- what's going on between you and that uniltiranyu? I know you are training him but… it's- it's getting- i don't like it, Neytiri”

When you uttered those words, her face went unemotional, there was no love behind those golden eyes as she glared at you, as if all of it just evaporated in a second, which made you rethink your decision to ask her about him.

“Why would you think that, yawne?! He's a demon, one of them! It is just my task to make him one of the people, am I supposed to go against the great mother?! you shouldn't be thinking like that” her tone was cold on some level which didn't sit right with you.

Your heart dropped, this wasn't the reaction you were expecting and you shook your head in a hurry, this wasn't what you meant!

“No- No! Neytiri… this was not what I meant… I was just- um nothing, leave it, I don't want to fight, I'm sorry, i shouldn't have brought it up” you whispered as you her tail was firm behind her, her ears perked up alert.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she simply held your hand and closed her eyes, turning away from you to sleep on her back, which made a pang of guilt wash over your heart.

“If you knew me, you wouldn't have said that, Y/n, go to sleep” She whispered as if there wasn't anything else to say and turned around, her back facing you, you've slept this way when you little spooned her but this time it felt different, it was on purpose.

Sleep didn't come easily to you that night while you thought about what he said, you really shouldn't have asked that, of course she's mad, you questioned her loyalty to you? Idiot.

But the thoughts still lingered in the back of your mind, the what ifs were eating you inside out but you pushed them aside and went with it, she loved you, she'd never do something like that.

»»————-　𑁍　————-««

Days passed by and the regular smiles turned into frequent laughs with him, moments together with her were becoming sparse, as if you were just a person who merely entered her life and went away at her expense.

Soon the day of Iknimaya came as you rode your ikran around the floating mountains and landed next to Neytiri while she was behind Jake… her hand on his chest as she Whispered instructions to him, was it necessary to place her hand there?

Still you let it be and focused on the fight that was about to occur between Jake and his chosen Ikran, it was intense as he was nearly thrown over the cliff twice but he managed it somehow and took the first flight which you and Neytiri joined him on.

Only one thing was left now… the ceremony, which would occur tonight and for once you didn't want Neytiri to be with him, it was done, her job was completed, she didn't need to be with him now, or that's what you thought.

»»————-　𑁍　————-««

The ceremony was one of the crucial rituals of omaticaya to become one of them, as for once, a uniltiranyu has become one of them, you were happy with his accomplishments but for now you attention was on Neytiri as the Night was young and alive, you thought it was the perfect time to take her to the tree of Souls.

Neytiri was near the fire circle, chatting with someone until you pulled her aside with a bright smile on your face “Yawne… let us go to the Vitrautral… I have something to tell you” you whispered excitedly holding her hands tightly… but this time she didn't lace them together.

“Do we have to…? Right now? Paskalin… let's not, it's Jake's celebration, he would not like it, we can go… tomorrow!” She said with an unnatural enthusiasm which left you puzzled.

“T- Tomorrow? But it's a beautiful night, let us go right now!” you said as you tugged on her hand but she held back.

“Don't you understand? I don't want to go right now?!” She snapped and you were taken aback, the enthusiasm completely gone as she slid her hands away from yours “you can go rest, I'll come after you”

»»————-　𑁍　————-««

Those were her last words, she never came to your hammock that night and heart filled with the worst scenarios, but what if she just wanted a break today? She has spent many nights like this when she wants to be alone, maybe it's one of those? But you knew it was different, everything was different and you didn't want to think about the other possibilities…

❝Now I have to

Remember you,

For longer than I

Have known you❞

— c.c.aurel

The dawn of that day was the darkest moment of your life…

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The commotion in the main area woke you up, the gasps and murmurs filled the tense air, the whispers grew louder when they saw you walk in through the crowd before you heard Tsu'tey grunt and snarl at Jake “You MATED with this woman?!” And your heart dropped as you saw Jake and Neytiri standing between the circle- hand in hand.

“Neytiri…” Your whisper was louder than any scream that she could have heard, the sight in front of you broke your heart like never before, you trusted her…

She looked away, not daring to look at your way, your face, the whole clan was quite watching with bated breaths, mo'at closed her eyes Whispering a prayer to eywa to give you the strength to face this.

You walked forward to her but Jake got in between “Look, Y/n, I'm sorry… I know this was an ass-” but your growl made him shut his mouth as you brandished your knife to his neck and he backed off with his hands in the air “you stay out of this Sulli! Do not talk or-”

Your sentence was cut off when Neytiri tackled you to the ground and snarled and hissed in your face, fury ebbed in her eyes as she pressed her own knife to your throat.

You couldn't care less as you looked into her with all the sincere love you had for her “so this is what I shouldn't have worried for? That you'd “never” do this to me? Why lie Neytiri? Why LIE?!”

You pushed her back with your strength as she was left speechless, the flowers from her hair falling out, you got up ready to fight before Tsu'tey gripped you from behind and held back as for the first time, tears streamed down your flushed azure cheeks, tail swishing behind you tensely.

Neytiri on the other hand looked at the ground in shame, Jake placed a hand on her shoulder in some sort of comfort before she spoke “Y/n… I shouldn't have done that… I know and I still did and will do it again for him because… I'm sorry- I- I don't love you.. anymore” her voice was hushed at the end but the words were enough to cut your heart in half.

Mo'at could watch it as she looked at her daughter in disappointment and then at Jake in anger as she stood beside you “Neytiri, you have done wrong, to our clan and Y/n, your illicit affairs shall be taken care of later”

Her voice was cold and Neytiri was in shock, her mother never called her by her name, always some sort of a nickname but also Neytiri knew she did wrong.

There was no point in standing there as Mo'at and Eytukan took you aside as your sobs were unstoppable while Tsu'tey argued with Jake and Neytiri about something.

You've never felt pain like this, you always saw her as your mate, your dear mate who could do no wrong in your eyes but you were too blind to see the signs.

Now it was all you could do, wallow in the pain of your heart that broke down piece by piece as the one you saw your mate turned your whole world upside down, if this was the path eywa chose for you, then you despise her for it.

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years ago

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Hey did you ever end up posting that yandere plants one with the bee reader and I missied it?? Was looking forward to that one

(I have not. A drable for you, chief)

The queen has requested another harvest.

What impeccable timing.

Climbing from rubble and frayed vines, vegetation and ash falls from your hair and shoulders. Extra care is put into your wings as you brush them off for the flight ahead. Held by a loose spine, you blow the decades of dust off your new find - kicking spray particles into the air. Through water eyes you read the books cover - fuzzy tension building at the base of your nose.

It's another picture book.

They're going to love this one-

"Ahh... Achoo!... 'Cuse me."

Apologizing to the thin air around you, you unhook the fine straps of your satchel and toss the book inside. You turn your gaze to the hole in the ceiling as your wings flutter, feet kick-starting your ascent as you rise. The mellowed glow of the fog casted sun greets you first as you exit; a jungle of greenery and constructs waiting the earth below and as far as the eye could see. You climb up onto the ledge of the building and leap off into a nose dive for the ground - wings swooping into mobility before your body hits the trees. Flying lose did have its risks, but nothing beats the floral air in your hair when heading home - reminding you of those counting on your return.

Scouting the known galaxy for resources, your crew landed on this planet in a time you no longer recall accurately. Overtaken by plants of all variety, it seemed like the perfect harvest - until it wasn't. As unaccounted cargo, you were sparred the horrors they faced at the hands of the planet's few remaining natives. Asleep during the bloodbath you woke crowd by the new inhabitants of this land - sentient creatures grown from rich soil and crimes against anatomy.

Their creators feared what they had created and went to war destroying what they had birthed with their own hands - wiped out in the end by their superior strengths and numbers. Despite this carnage, they were a peaceful race and tried to rescue your crew, but failed. Finding your journals tucked into your sleeping arms they enlisted your aid as a florist in the upkeep of what remains of their home in exchange for their pollen and a roof over your head.

Base in sight, you speed through the thick fog in your descent to its open doors. A planetarium with an open ceiling has come your home in this time. You missed your comfy bed, but a hammock under the stars surrounded by those you now held dear was just as nice. You enter the building, breath fleeing as your snatched from behind. Not a step through the door and you're suspended in the air at the waist by hanging vines.

"And just where have you been, my sneaky little pest?"

Thorn-like claws grace your cheek, curving up to the crown of your head where they cautiously prod at your sensitive antennae. Amused, they chitter in delight as you struggle in your blinds - most likely held by another member of the collective. Beyond the palms of their woven hands, this one was covered near entirely in stained prickles. Violet petals spiked from the upper half of their hair and draped over their mocking grin

"You know you aren't allowed to leave without a guide. What ever would we do if our heart was taken by those savages, hm? I think a punishment is in order, don't you?"

"Seems so if they can't obey simple rules. With that lovely picture on knot tying they brought us the other day, I'm sure we can get up to lots of fun before the others figure out where we are."

Lowered closer to the floor, strong arms embrace you from behind and lead your head against their chest. Small, hanging buds sprouted up the lengths of their arms mark their class - their reddish yellow hue staking their typing. Cooing ever so cloyingly sweet in your ear, it rubs the humanoid half of its face against your cheek.

"You were scheduled to start the day with us. Don't you love us anymore? We may not be as approachable at the others, but we adore you all the same."

You swallow hard, trapped between a wall and thorns. "Thistle.... Honeysuckle.. but I can never find you two."

"But we're always watching. Can't let you get into trouble. Or pick a favorite. If you accept us as your guards for the rest of the week maybe we'll let you go. If not...."

The vines tighten around your hips - released almost instantly as they're snipped by an unseen party. You stumble forward, caught and picked up by another pair of arms.

"What have I told you two about picking on them? One more time and I'm sending you both to the greenhouse.... Are you alright, darling?"

Bright as the golden sun, their petals almost blind you as you look up. The leader, and the first floral creature you met - Marigold was your sworn protector even from those with you in their care. A strict, yet understanding calm to the storm life in the compound was. As they set you down, Thistle scoffs.

"Always the spotlight stealer. Would you keep it down before the others realized they've returned?"

It's a bit too late for that.

"Y/n? Y/n back?!"

"Oh, I was so worried I fear I may start wilting!"

"Y/n, Y/n! We have a ripe patch of peaches for you!"

From the shadows of the trees and handmade structures comes the entire horde. They push through each other getting to you and overwork your brain with their chatter. Over a dozen bodies crowded around your lone figure. Through the sea, the shortest of them swims through the crowd and manages their way up to you - head centered at your navel. Head cocked, they seem to be staring to your lips.

"Cuckoo? Is everything alright?"

They smile. Grabbing your shirt, you're bent forward into an open mouth kiss. All the commotion ceases immediately as a wave of surprises washes over them all. Patting the walls of your cheeks their segmented tongue, Cuckoo only pulls away when they're torn from you. Lifting the smaller flower by its shoulders, Thistle clenches their teeth tight.

"What on earth was that?"

The question was genuine. None of them were fully traversed in the act of kissing beyond brief tellings in the books you brought to learn more about the planet left behind for them. Agriculture and construction were common reads, but if they got lucky you'd find old story books, comics and novels. Cuckoo holds up a page from one of those very stories - the couple displayed entangled in a heat of passion with lips locked. Heads staring over their shoulder snap in your direction. You'd used the direction to scramble away and travel further into their lair.

"I wanna try..."

Even Marigold couldn't save you now. Taking advantage of your gift of flight, you dart into the air aiming for the second floor where your bedroom stood.

"I would love to help you all, but I need to get started on my letter for my queen. She has requested more pollen, and I wasn't able to get one out in the last run. As soon as it's out of the way, I can come back and we can - Ah!"

Fashioning a lasso from their vines, you're dragged down into the frenzy with no escape in the near future. As is your life with the horde.

A queen sits alone on her throne. Letter opener gripped in her palm, she stabs it though her throne as the words describing your escapade slash through her heart. Stomping the battered floor, her veil of submission cracks.

"This has gone on for too long. My garden is in shambles and so will this kingdom until their return."

The servant at her feet keeps their voice low. "My queen... Their service there is doing quite the opposite. Our reserves are at maximum capacity and with the treaty there's no need for war and needless casualties. I know of your bond and I am sorry for your lost."

Like an arrow, the queen's dagger rips through the air and anchors in the wall behind the servant. Golden blood beads in a line across their cheek. Unbridled rage and disgust seeps from her icy glare like poison. She refuses to look directly in their eye, staring off at the shoulders behind them.

"Get. This. Traitor- OUT. RIP THEIR WINGS AND LEAVE THEM FOR DEAD. if they aren't on my wall by dawn, I will take yours as payment."

Eyes wide, the servant lunges for her robes as the guards take their arms. "My lady, please! You cannot do this! I was trying to make things better! Y/n will never forgive you!"

She spits.

"And cut out their tongue."

Screams echoing down the halls, the queen curls up in her throne - clutching the pillow you kept every night and the flower you sent in your distress. Her sweet idiot of a bumblebee. Why did you have to run off? Sure she was stressed, but with her prized florist and sweet little bumblebee she could've conquered the universe. Someday you'll be in her arms and garden again - laughing the night and dawn away.

Someday

#Added queeny because I remembered you asking for one #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere harem #yandere teratophilia #tw yandere #yandere writing #female yandere #yandere

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the-fiction-witch · 9 months ago

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The Child P1

Media TMR

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

I sighed as I turned over in my hammock hearing my back click and crack as I did, I hissed as I lay on my back feeling the rough hammock fabric against my skin, the small folded blanket as a pillow under my neck, as when I moved my bad leg began to cramp. I grit my teeth and stare at the sky for a moment, the sky a dark blue but a delicate glow of light as the sun had not yet risen over the walls, a good few hours until the doors open, and not even the runners or the cooks awake yet. Once the pain of the cramp subsided I glanced across the homestead the various hammocks hung around filled with the exhausted bodies of fellow gladers.

I smiled widely as I saw her, Y/n lay in her own hammock a small distance from my own. She laid in her hammock on her side, her head on her folded blanket, her firey Y/H/C hair in a braid down her back, some flyaways around her face from her sleep, her pale skin glowing in the gentle morning light, her eyes closed softly, her lips parted slightly, her chest rose and fell with each of her breaths, her little blue vest hugging her body, her denim shorts snug around her body, Her little socks on her feet. Her bare thighs, bare legs, and bare arms made me feel warm and tense. I watched her sleep for longer than I like to admit, I began gnawing on my bottom lip a little as I considered what to do. I glanced around the homestead making sure everyone was still deep in their sleep, I knew I was the first awake so I smirked to myself. I grabbed my blanket from behind my neck and I laid it out across my body and I shifted a little.

I tried not to make any noise as I let my eyes linger on her cleavage in her blue vest top, her bare thighs, her sweet waist and hips. I couldn't help gnawing on my lip as I looked at her.

I let my hands slip down under my blanket and unlaced my trousers slowly and quietly, once they where undone I slipped my hand in and did my best to be as quiet as possible still unable to take my eyes away from Y/n, I took a gentle grip of my shaft feeling it already stiff and tense. I began to softly stroke up and down the shaft feeling the sweet waves of pleasure building gradually. I knew I wasn't going to last long so I bit my lip hard unable to tear my eyes away from her, my hand getting faster and faster, my grip getting tighter, my breath getting jagged and sharp until I finally reached the peak I had been begging for my hips bucking up against my blanket as my jizz spilt across my stomach, I clamped my hand over my mouth to try and keep quiet even if I let out a little moan my head rolling back on my hammock as I looked at the sky.

I calmed down watching the clouds for a while enjoying every single second of the pleasurable waves flooding over my body. Before slowly cleaning up with the blanket, relacing my trousers and shoving the blanket down by my feet.

"Ummm..." I heard Y/n begin to stir in her hammock, she sat up and stretched doing a little adorable yawn,

Nawww she's so cute,

She opened her sweet Y/e/C eyes and gave them a little rub, "Umm Good morning Newt," she whispered not wanting to wake anyone else up,

"Morning Y/n," I smiled back, "What are you doing up so early?"

"Working,"

"ohh? Where are you working today?"

"Kitchens with fry," she says as she climbs out of her hammock and slips on her shoes and hoodie,

"Ahh alright,"

"what are you doing up to early?"

"Can't sleep, that's all."

"Aww you poor thing, is it your ankle again?"

"No, no more my back honestly,"

"Ohh, did you want me to swing by the medjacks to get you some painkillers?"

"You're sweet, but I'll be alright Y/n,"

"Alright Newt," she smiled, "See you later,"

"See you later, have a nice day in the kitchens,"

"You have a nice day in the gardens too," she smiled before she headed off giving me a wave as she went, I smiled and waved her goodbye too even if as she turned away I couldn't help but blow her a little kiss.

"Umm, I love you..." I sighed wistfully,

I sighed and got on with my work using my hoe to force the weeds from the ground without disturbing the plants too much, my hoodie around my waist as the day was far too hot. I gently thought to myself for a while mostly thinking about Y/n as I usually was, she's so cute, so sweet, so adorable, what I wouldn't give to be able to have her in my arms even just for one night!

I jumped as I heard a scream coming from the deadheads, I knew immediately it was Y/n, her female voice easy to pick up on.

I dropped everything and ran as fast as my feet would carry me towards the dead heads, I wasn't the only one as many other gladers heard the sound and ran to see what was happening, I quickly found Y/n having fallen in the dirt and leaves unconscious luckily she didn't seem to be bleeding or have any visible injuries. I took her in my arms gently holding her head,

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n are you okay!" I asked in panic before I saw a horrific sight as a silvery beetle blade crawled out of her hoodie making me squeal in panic it crawled out her hoodie and into the dead heads woods,

"what the hell!" Gally said,

"Get her to the medjacks. Now!" I demanded,

I sat beside Y/n's bed in the medjacks, I had held her hand since the incident never once letting her go. I saw her stir and immediately I perked up as I watched her Y/e/C eyes flutter open,

"Hi..." she croaked,

"Hi," I smiled tearing up to see she was alive, "How are you feeling?"

"Uhh... stiff, but fine," she says,

"I'm so happy you're alright, I was terrified I- I thought-" I stuttered my emotions spilling over and I gave up and just hugged her tightly crying on her shoulder, "I was so scared I was going to lose you."

"It's okay." She says hugging me too, "I'm here,"

"Y/n..." I muttered,

"Yes, Newt?"

"I- I need to tell you something," I told her as I pulled back a little to see her beautiful eyes as I stroked her Y/H/C hair, "I- I was so frightened of losing you, I- I can't imagine what I would do if anything happened to you... I- I love you."

"O-Oh... Newt..." she blushed, "I- I love you too,"

"You do!"

"I do," she nodded,

"Will uhh will you be my girlfriend?"

"I'd love to!" she cried with joy,

I cried too and I gave her lips a soft and gentle kiss she happily kissed back, and we sat kissing for a good while until we pulled back and couldn't hold back our smiles, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I think so,"

"What happened?"

"I don't know, I was just walking through the deadheads and suddenly I tripped into the dirt and I don't remember anything else,"

"You don't remember the beetle blade?"

"Humm?"

"The beetle blade, it was under your shirt I thought it must have attacked you,"

"no, I don't remember seeing one."

"Ohh, strange. Well at least you're alright love," I smiled giving her a soft kiss, "You want anything? anything at all?"

"Some bacon maybe?" she smiled laying on the little bed all cosy as she asked,

"You're adorable, of course you can." I smiled kissing her head, "I'll get fry to make you some special,"

I smirked a little as I heard the last few gladers head to their hammocks, knowing finally! we had some time alone, I turned the shower on half for heat and half for the noise to try and conceal our fooling around from anyone still awake. I stripped off and climbed in standing under the hot water and giving myself a good scrub so I was nice and clean, and making sure to give myself a little rub to make sure I was hard.

I mean of course I already am but I want to be at my best for her.

I heard her footsteps and I bit my lip, I heard her step inside with me and she wrapped her arms around my torso immediately I felt her naked body against my back and I moaned uncontrollably,

"Uhh! Y/n!"

"Hi newt," she giggled,

"Hi love," I giggled back, "Shall we?"

"Mhm," she nodded,

I smirked and turned to face her seeing her beautiful naked body and her Y/H/C hair let loose, "Ohh my- Bloody hell... You are always so beautiful!" I groaned grabbing her and kissing her passionately she kissed back as eager as I was, our lips attacked one another with such veracity! I almost thought she wanted to eat me, ummm but I'd let her. Our hands trailed up and down each other excitedly my own stroked her thighs, squeezed her ass, caressed her waist and fondled her breasts, she slapped my ass, stroked my chest and clawed down my back. I pulled back and growled a little leaning her against the wall and kissing down her body from her lips down her jaw, down her neck, down her sternum taking a moment to lick and tug on her nipples a little before kissing down her stomach. I stroked her thigh and moved it over my shoulder so I knelt on the floor and kissed up her thigh till I met her clit,

"Newt!" She gasped,

"Umm! Bloody hell love!" I groaned unable to resist kissing and nibbling her clit getting faster and more merciless on her hearing her gasp and moan above me her legs trembling, her hands in my hair twisting as she begged for more, I slipped my hand up and began to thrust my two fingers inside her which made her scream and squeal tugging my hair and pulling me closer with her leg so I sucked on her little clit and moaned against her feeling her as she dripped down my hand tasting her addictive taste on my lips before she pulled my hair hard and threw her head back in pleasure as she reached her peak. "Ughh! you always sound so good," I muttered giving her more kisses to make sure she enjoyed it as much as possible, she pushed me back and we happily swapped over, I leant against the wall and she moved kissing down my body often nibbling my skin making me gasp and groan already for her until she finally reached her knees. She didn't make me wait any longer and took my whole shaft into her mouth, "Oooohh god Y/n!" I moaned she moved her head back and forth sucking and licking, "Y/n! love! Ughhhh please...please..." I gasped throwing my head back and holding her head twisting my fingers into her Y/H/C hair, "Ugh! Y/n, please! I'm about to-" I moaned as I knew I was about to cum my hips bucking into her mouth until I hit my own peak and I screamed rather loud as I filled her mouth "Ohhh ohhh god... uhhh... bloody hell love," I cooed, as she pulled back, "I love you so much,"

"I love you too newt,"

I sat in the grass with my back against the log watching the fire as I sipped my moonshine,

"Hi, newt..." Y/n said sadly as she headed over,

"Awww Hi love, what's up?" I asked as she came and sat beside me, I was a little disappointed usually she sits in my lap on bonfire nights,

"I don't feel well," she pouted,

"Ohh you poor thing," I cooed, "Tummy ache? headache? period?"

"No,"

"Ohh what is it then?"

"... Newt,"

"Yeah?"

"... I think I'm pregnant," she says holding her knees to her chest,

My heart dropped, my eyes wide, my breath hitched, "You- You- you think you're pregnant?"

"Mhm," she nodded,"

"...I- uhh... Ho- How! No! No... you can't be pregnant we've not-" I began,

"I know," She said, "I know we haven't... done that yet,"

"I mean we've got close a couple of times... but we've never done anything that could have gotten you pregnant, we're always so careful!"

"I know we are, it doesn't make any sense..." she said, "We are always careful with what we do, and I trust you completely and the other boys, but... I've not bled in four months, I'm always sick, I've been attacking the strawberries in the gardens like a wolf,"

"Maybe it's stress?"

"Maybe but what if it's not... Newt what if I'm pregnant?"

"Well, I- I guess we'll just have to work it out," I told her pulling her onto my lap and letting her sit there while I cuddled her so she could have her head on my chest, I stroked her skin and kissed her hair, "No matter what I love you, and I'll be by your side. I promise."

"Thank you Newt," she smiled, "... I don't know how this happened,"

"I don't either, I can only assume... maybe something got on my hand or maybe- who knows maybe we made a mistake or something," he explained, "But no matter what I love you, and I'll love our baby no matter what,"

"Awww, you're so sweet Newt," she cooed,

I smiled as I finished up with the gardening, I returned my tools to the shed and headed off to the homestead where I saw Y/n lying in the hammock stroking her sweet bump,

"Hi newt," she smiled,

"Hello love," I smiled as I kissed her and her bump, "How's little glader?"

"Cosy, happy to see Daddy," she giggled,

"Aww I'm happy to see you both too," I smiled giving her a little cuddle and kisses, "You alright?"

"I have a human growing inside me..."

"Good point, anything you want? another pillow? blanket? some food?"

"I'm fine," she nodded, "How was work?"

"Fine, I'm just happy to be back with you,"

"Oooh... Newt," she giggled moving my hand to her stomach and feeling the baby kick,

"Awww little glader's kicking away," I cooed peppering her tummy with kisses, "Can I?"

"Of course Newt," she nodded,

I smiled and crawled into the hammock with her laying myself so my head was on her belly stroking her with my hand, listening to baby shift and move in her stomach, often muttering and singing to her belly.

I kept Y/n close to me, holding her hand. We stayed in the little bed in the facility trying to keep her close still nervous about this place.

"Newt..." She gasped,

"Y/n..." I gasped in shock,

"Baby..." she said holding her stomach,"

"Baby!" I yelled, "Uhhhhh right... okay... uhhhh" I gasped,

I was beyond nervous doing my best to help her as much as I could, but I wasn't much help given the seriousness of the situation luckily staff and doctors rushed in and took Y/n out, they tried to take her without me but there was no way I was letting that happen I forced them to take me with her even if they didn't want to, they took us to a medical room and set her on a bed, they gave her a gown, a breathing tube and they let me hold her hand.

I don't remember much all of is just chaos and madness of orders, screaming, shouting and insane tools. I did my best to comfort her but honestly, I'm not sure I was much help.

"There we go," A doctor says as she pulls the baby into view the little baby is covered in blood,

"Aww, it's okay. It's okay. You did amazing Y/n, you did so good." he cooed,

"It's over?"

"It's over. it's all over. it's all okay. You did so good, I'm so proud of you,"

"Is the baby okay?"

I looked to the doctor as she cleaned and wrapped up the little baby before handing them over to Y/n,

"It's a little girl," The doctor cooed,

"A little girl" she cooed, "she's beautiful."

"She is, she's so perfect," I cooed, as I looked at the little girl, with a small fuzz of Y/H/C hair and little brown eyes, We held her, kissed her, and gave her all the love we could for as long as possible.

The doctors left us alone and I left Y/n to rest as I held the little girl in my arms, but as I did I heard someone outside, talking.

"Yes... it seems to have been a success... it seems your idea of the beetle blade worked well... She carried to term, The child is alive and well... we don't know we're waiting for results from the tests if she's immune or not... No, her parents seem content... for now." The male voice explained beyond the door before he walked away,

I looked back to Y/n and suddenly it all made sense... That day she fell in the deadheads... the beetle blade. They used the beetle blade... to make her pregnant! They must have made it give her something that made her pregnant! And parents, S, so I am... I am her father. I am her father, Y/n her mother. Even if the beetle blade is how she got pregnant. I felt somewhat happy to know she really was my daughter and it made me love her even more to know I truly was, But I began to feel panicked and worried to think they had used the beetle blade to get her pregnant with my child, if that's how far they'd go just to test if our daughter would be immune... what else would they do.

"We need to get you out of here little one," I cooed, "I promise, I'll keep you and mummy safe, no matter what it takes,"

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valevod · 1 year ago

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Some more of them <3

Papavero's team. Bombirdier considered dropping him as a kid 🤧

Their nicknames are:

Purrloin: Cat - Bombirdier: Thing (usually called mom on accident) -Absol: Dog- Murkrow: Bird- Cranidos: Tiny- Purugly: Ugly ahh (affectionate)

Papavero wasnt allowed to have pokemon as a kid, but he usually snuck out to play with a very affectionate Bombirdier. He used to sleep on her apron like an hammock. Nothing changed. She'll be his first poke, later catching the others when taught by Orchidea :p (me giving lore to 3000 Aus and never explaining their og publicly)

#original character #oc #pokemon #pokemon oc #purrloin #murkrow #bombirdier #cranidos #absol #purugly

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kkatastrophic · 6 months ago

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Danganronpa V3 Chapter 3 Notes: (Daily/Deadly Life)

I've decided to put all my chp.3 notes on one document to keep them together for you guys to easily find! Here it is!

OMGGG THE STUDENT COUNCIL IS SO CUTE! (DRV3) Tsumugi, Tenko, Himiko, Angie, KEEBO!!! My respect for keebo has gone up, he's such a cutie!!!

TSUMUGI IS SO CUTE IN THAT PIC AHH I LOVE HER SMSMSMSMSMSM!!!

It's so sweet that Himiko is actually getting up and helping out! And it's cool Angie is teaching everybody about Atua... even though it's kinda creepy and fishy, it's nice that they're willing to learn.

Uh... Kaito? What's wrong bb, why are you so oddly quiet.... why do you have your hand up to your mouth like that?!

Bro I spent my first FTE with angie and gave her the red beret which she said she loved, but no further interactions were unlocked, and I didn't gain any friendship fragments? Anyway I did a couple more and...

Rare-Pair unlocked ahh moment

Bro are you kidding me I just spent time with Tenko and gave her something she liked and didn't get a fragment :( it's okay, I have another chapter with Angie, Tenko, Tsumugi, Himiko and all the people I want to spend free time with! (I hope...)

Training Trio... duo? Kaito flaked out? Erm what.

"Overthinking things and worrying about what I "need" to do... when I'm with Kaito, I feel like... all of that stuff just fades away." <- Oh, Shuichi I know what you are...

Wait... Kiyotaka Ishimaru is a god???

Tsumugi: "I've been wondering... does Atua have red eyes and hair as black as night?" <- KIYOTAKA??? HUH? HUH?

Angie: "Atua has whatever features you desire." <- Tsumugi and Taka good friends, canon event??? Pre-despair canon no clickbait?!

Tsumugi: "A red-eyed, black haired god.. Ah, what a cool God I have watching me!" <- heh fruity god "When can I meet him!? I want to meet him as soon as possible!" <- Oh... Uh about that...

(After Angie breaks the flashback light):

Angie you're acting too much like a protagonist here... the last person who tried to maintain peace in a Killing Game was Byakuya in SDR2...

Okay but Angies plan for a sacrifice is actually good, if you get somebody like Ryoma who didn't want to live, killing them in the time limit would be easy. She should've kept her plan among the Student Council, though. Because, now everybody knows her plan.

NVM She's reviving Rat-Ho Amami

Rate-Ho getting development caught in 4K? Will he come back and now what his talent is? EXCITING OMGGG!

Wait if Tenko's Atua is handsome like she says, does that make Atua a guy? <- Who Tenko likes?! Augh Tenko pls don't die, it's double murder time I reckon'-

Worrying about the next Victim with Nerd-Cat!:

ERM KAITO WHY ARE YOU ACTING ALL SUS ON ME MAN? DON'T GO DYING PLEASE POOKIE I LOVE YOUUU

Despair Disease coming back? Kaito bb is this what it is? KAITO DON'T HOLD IT IN, YOU HAVE TO TELL ME DUDE, PLEASE?! YOU WEREN'T AT TRAINING BB, DON'T GO OFF KILLING PEOPLE, DON'T DIE YOU HEAR ME DUDE?!

Fte with Kaito and Tsumugi:

KAITO LET ME HANG OUT WITH KAITO GAME, DON'T DO AN ISHIMARU ON ME BITCH LET ME HANG OUT WITH MOMOTA BEFORE HE GETS HIS ASS WHOOPED LET ME HANG OUT WITH KAITO RESS=adspoujwes I WANT TO HANG OUT WITH KAITO MO-

smoogie >:3

Are you fucking kidding me... I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE STUDENT COUNCIL LET ME HANG OUT WITH TSUMUGI TENKO AND ANGIE AUGHHHHH WHO DO I HANG OUT WITH NOW?!

Plan B: (FTEs)

@sleepy-pile-of-ashe told me to hang out with Kokichi this one time, so I'll do that for them :3

(*pulls a hammock out of my ass*) Here Kokichi!

And then I spent time with Maki, because I don't love her, but I want to love her, yk?

She's pretty chill, I feel bad for her. It must be a hard upbringing, but she's alr. :) I like her now after her first FTE.

Afterwards: "O-oh... hey bro perfect timing." Oh. Oh no. MFs who say "bro" don't come back from the KG the same. Oh no Kaito.

Training with Maki:

TENKO BB OMG HIII! ILYSM TENKO UR NOT BRAINWASHED HIIII OMG QWIAUOSDFHFJ

Angie is such a cutie though omg <3

OH MY GOD SHE MADE WAX STATUES OF THE DEAD STUDENTS WHAT THE FUCK THAT SCARED ME SO BAD???

I don't like Himiko x Tenko tho, because Himiko doesn't CARE about Tenko?? Tenko x Angie solos.

"Get mad! Get upset! Yell at me! Just fight back already! Do something!" Oh Tenko... (ishimondo flashbacks* "You are wrong! You have to be wrong! Mondo would never hurt a fly, he'd never murder anyone!" "Bro... bro what's wrong...?")

After trying to get Angie to stop the Seance with Tenko and Maki:

MAKI ROLL?! OMG THATS SO CUTE AHEFWUYAFHBSJWDNKHUEFDB

Oh! Kaito's just scared! Okay we good. (There's an underlying problem here guys, this isn't good but I'll take his fear of ghost stories into accountability.)

"Fear... why am I nervous...?" <- Every danganronpa protagonist before finding a body.

PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE BE SOMEBODY ELSE, ANYBODY ELSE, PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE NOT ANGIE

...

Body discovery #1:

ANGIE NO

Investigating/Seance:

I kinda forgot to document the investigation, but the seance is happening.

"Keep your chin up and live life facing forward! Survive with me and everyone else" ... Oh dear. Tenko. Please don't.

"Alright, Himiko! I'll see you later!

Kokichi: "I-I know... it wouldn't be funny if a body discovery announement happened during this."

Tenko: "Please don't jinx us!"

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Tenko: "Understood. I will not say a word until the seance is over!"

Tenko: "Okay, everyone! I'll see you guys after the seance!"

HELL NO SHE DID A RANDY!!! (Scream)

Tenko rn: :,)

(BTW I turned off the bgm for the caged child seance stuff because it'd be a better atmosphere overall.)

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THAT'S CREEPY BRO WHAT THE HELL?!

WHAT WAS THE *THUNK!* NOISE?!?!?!?

Kiyo: "Is the caged child... Angie Yonaga?"

What's...going on...?

Himiko: "What's wrong, why won't Angie answer?"

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There's blood under the cage... there's blood.... oh no... oh no. OH NO. TENKO?

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KOKICHI WHAT THE FUCK YOU FUCKING SCARED ME HOWD YOU GET ALL TJAT BLOOD ON YOU LIL BRO WHAT

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Okay this is getting long, I'll reblog with the trial notes while I'm doing it. It's gonna be quiet without Angie and tenko but we will live. I'll avenge them :3

#danganronpa #v3 #V3 #Angie yonaga #Tenko chabashira #Kokichi ouma #Oma #Kokichi oma #Kaito momota #Drv3 #Dr3 #tumblr #Erm what do I tag this

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sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully · 2 years ago

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,,, so, I’m being self indulgent,,,,,,,,,, haha!!

This isn’t a request! Just me being silly! :]

Love Languages

Wally Darling Love Language Headcanons, no assigned reader!

Headcanons format, not super specified romantic or platonic, so envision it as you please!

Honestly, I truly dearly envision Wally to have quality time, gift giving, and physical touch as love languages. Like, so dearly truly so, haha!!

I feel he’s the type to simply just.. hand a gift to someone. Randomly.

“What’s this?” “A gift!” “Is.. is this a bent paperclip?-“ “No, it’s a gift!”

I feel he tries to get personalized gifts, but— ah, he’s a bit silly, haha!! I feel sometimes it’d backfire, and his train of thought as to why this was the absolute most perfectest gift tends to twirl too much in his little apple shaped brain— to where it kind of just.. doesn’t make sense.

But a gift is a gift!!!! It’s the thought that counts!

As for physical touch, I believe he’s still learning it, haha! If I recall correctly, Clown mentioned he just goes limp upon being hugged— but I could be remembering wrong!

Either way, he can be instructed! He will figure it out! Even if sometimes it backfires, like his constant blowing of kisses (also mentioned by Clown!) !!

He strikes me as the type to just.. want to use someone as a pillow.

They’re just, sitting, minding their business, and suddenly he’s just.. at their side. Pillow……..

I think he’d like to hold hands. I think he’d just like hands in general. Maybe this is a smidge of self projection, but I’m an artist that loves hands. dearly so. I find their structure really interesting!! I feel he’s similar.

I think he’d just like to hold someone’s hand and look at it and how it moves. That’s real intimacy right there, folks!!! /lhj

If someone were to try and interlock their fingers with his, whether platonically or romantically, I think he’d just stare. Processing… until he gets it!

Don’t expect to be getting that hand back anytime soon, friend! That isn’t your hand, anymore! It’s our hand.

Overall, I feel he wouldn’t express physical affection in any normal way. I feel cuddling and the hand stuff is the closest exception, but other than that?

I think he’d just lay on someone. Like, you have yours legs sprawled out? Ahh, what a lovely hammock!

Are you laying on your stomach? Ahh, what a lovely pillow!

He just kind of.. compresses on impact. Pillow.

Gift that man a weighted blanket and I think he’d know peace. True peace.

I think just laying on him would content him, too, HAHA

He strikes me as the ‘likes physical pressure as affection’ kind

Also plays into quality time!!!

But, for the most part, quality time can just be spent in many ways.

Hanging out and chatting, doing your own individual activities in the same room, sleeping around each other,,, squeeshy

He just takes being in the presence of someone for a while as quality time, and he feels very grateful for his friends when he does <33

Just a silly little guy:)

Might be projection again, but I feel he struggles to express his affection in an easily digestible way— so just? Understanding his love languages and what counts as affection on his end? Is so delightful and appreciated

ESPECIALLY if it’s reciprocated

I feel how he feels loved, in return, are the same ones!!! Along with words of affirmation!! Squenshy

Bon appetite (???) HAHAH

I’m somewhat half awake, this has just been rotating in my brain like a microwave plate, so don’t mind any grammatical errors! I’ll fix them laterrrrrrrr

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home wally darling #Headcanons #love languages #not requested #I am just silly!!

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Adam making a hammock when he's testing and just staying there the entire day with it wrapped around him like a cocoon.

Adam: Ahh, I'm just a warm toasty cinnamon bun

Lucifer: Is there room for two?

Adam: AHHH! Oh my god where did you come from?

Lucifer: I knocked twice.

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask #garden au

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@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

'baby-soft skin hammocks'...from a necromancer..gives me the icks.

I mean, I don't think it's any more gross/weird than a lot of other stuff that has happened in the book so far. John already wears baby fingerbones in his hair for adornment

I find it fascinating that John says he could cure cancer....and yet we have Cytherea...

@turtletotem:

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess John could have cured Cytherea :) at any time :) instead of letting her suffer for 10,000 years :)))) no wonder she wanted him dead

Oh wow, I didn't make that connection, but yeah, he could have. But instead he really was just like, the only way for you to live is if you become a Lyctor and help me kill resurrection beasts while you suffer from cancer for 10,000 years. I can't imagine what he was thinking, but I also have no idea what he was thinking by just letting the other Lyctors think that the cavalier had to die to achieve Lyctorhood

@eye-lantern:

For the Jesus comparison the nurse gave: she isn't saying it was what made the Romans kill him. Jesus (in the texts) knew that he gave too much for his own good. And he knew the Romans would kill him and he knew Judas would betray him. But he did it anyway because he gave himself to others entirely, even if I meant it killed him. She is saying John needs take care of himself even if it meant refusing to help some people, or he would die wich doesn't help anyone.

Which makes an interesting parallel with the actual Jesus parallel that is Griddle, who died for someone on the iron fence instead of a wooden cross,for someone that would have preferred her to live even if it meant not receiving her help. Gideon spends the entire first book helping everyone, without asking for anything in return, and it litteraly kills her. Maybe twice if we consider avultion. John may have had the apostles but Gideon had the self-sacrificial drive

Oh, right, I guess the sort of canonical interpretation is that Jesus died in order to save everyone else, etc. That is an interesting parallel, I wonder, since presumably Gideon is getting brought back to life at some point, probably by John I would guess, if John is ever going to tell her this story and this particular piece of advice he received?

I don't know if Jod is dreaming with her. To me it could absolutely have happened and she is just dreaming of a memory. The narrator never says something out of place, except for calling him lord, and he only says Harrow. Everything else could be an actual event where names are "translated" to something that makes more sense to harrow, and the crossed-out names are not replaced because she has no idea what to replace it by

@racefortheironthrone:

My interpretation is that Harrow is semi-lucid dreaming Alecto's memories.

That's true, I guess, this could just all be Alecto's memory. But if John telling Alecto this story actually happened, I guess that means Alecto was not around to perceive it at all while it was happening?

@eye-lantern:

I do like that we can get a vague time frame and something more of John's religious background when says he went to Parachute when he was younger. So he's most likely a Millenial or Gen Xer (since it seems that festival was from the early 90s to 2014). Not sure that says anything deep about him, but I find it interesting.

Ahh, that part didn't mean anything to me, haha. That's interesting, though, I'd sort of expected this story to be happening further in the future than that, like the way he is describing people's thoughts about climate change don't really align with the way they are currently, I don't think, it feels like this is happening at a later date, and John isn't described as looking old in the story. Like, if John is Gen X, he'd be 40 at the absolute minimum right now, in 20 years from now he'd be 60+, and I had the impression that this had to be least like 20 years in the future

#the locked tomb #wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess #turtletotem #eye-lantern #racefortheironthrone

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Vampire's Nest

Masterlist

We ended up hiding in the trees and look out this old barn house where we see the door open. A man comes out and holds up his arms to shield his face as another man pulls up his car to the building and walk over to him. They talk for a bit then they head back inside.

"Son of a bitch. So they're really not afraid of the sun?" Dean asked. "Ahh, direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill 'em is by beheading. And yeah, they sleep during the day -- doesn't mean they won't wake up." John said. "So I guess walking right in's not our best option." I said with sarcasm. "Actually, that's the plan." John said and I turn to him. "Wait, what?" I said, shocked.

Dean opens up the trunk and we began to weapon up while John does the same from an automatic hidden compartment that slides from the back of his truck. "Dad, I've got an extra machete if you need one." Dean said as he holds it up but John unveils a massive shiny serrated edge machete from a leather holder. "I think I'm ok. Thanks." John said as Dean and I check the machete out.

"Wow." Dean mutters.

"Impressive." I said and John turns to us.

"So, you three really wanna know about this Colt?" John asked us. "Yes sir." Sam and I said as Dean nods. "It's just a story, a legend really. Well I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter....Back in 1835, when Halley's comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo. They say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter, a man like us only on horseback. Story goes he made thirteen bullets, and this hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. And somehow Daniel got his hands on it. They say...they say this gun can kill anything." John explains and my jaw drops at this.

"Kill anything like, supernatural anything?" Dean asked. "Like the demon?" Sam asked. "Yeah, the demon. Ever since I picked up its trail I've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun -- we may have it." John said as he looks between us.

John jumps through the barn window and disappears into the dark building. Then one by one, Dean, Sam and I follow him and we begin to survey the room. It was all quiet as the Vampires were sleeping in hammocks.

John starts to head one way while the boys and I make our way through the barn. I pass a hammock and, accidentally, kicked an empty bottle on the ground. I freeze in place then look over at the vampires, but they didn't seem to hear it as they continued to sleep. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and continued on until I hear Sam whisper yell at me and Dean.

"Guys." He whispers and we see a woman tied up to a pole. Sam begins to untie the woman until we hear a noise. "There's more." Dean whispers as he looks behind us. I turn around and Dean and I make our way to a locked metal grid.

Inside, we could see more people tied up. All of them seemed to be sleeping or they were unconscious, it was hard to tell. I try to open the door but I could see there's a lock on the door. Dean grabs a metal hook to break the lock. Sam and I look up sharply at the noise and we look over to the hammocks. But there is no movement.

Just then the woman tied up against the pole begins to stir. "Hey. Hey hey, shh, I'm here to help you." Sam assures her when she roars, an unearthly roar. Sam rears back while Dean and I look around to see the vampires waking up.

"Sam!" Dean and I shout and we start to get up. "Kids, run!" We hear John shout and we run as the vampires give chase. We burst out the barn doors into the daylight and run up the slope to the cars before turning to look back.

"Dad?" Dean calls out but nothing. "Dad!!" Dean calls out again. After a long pause John comes running up the slope. As soon as we see him, the boys and I turn to leave.

"They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire has your scent, it's for life." John tells us once we put some distance between us and the nest. "Well, what the hell do we do now?" I asked him. "You gotta find the nearest funeral home, that's what." John said. The boys and I look at him, confused, then at each other.

"Whew. Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys." Dean said as he and I return the motel room where Sam and John were left inside. So far, it looked like they hadn't killed each other so that's good.

"Get it?" John asked us and I pull out a paper bag from my jacket pocket. Then I pull out a bottle full of blood out of the bag, or Dead Man's Blood as they call it, then handed it to John, who takes it and looks it over.

"You know what to do." John said to us and we nodded.

John, Sam and I were hiding in the woods, John and Sam were on the other side of the woods, while I was hiding close by to Dean and the Impala. I was holding a crossbow with a loaded arrow, the tip covered in Dead Man's blood, and we watch as Dean leans over the opened hood of the Impala, looking at the engine.

"Car trouble?" A woman asked and we see a dark-haired woman standing there as Dean turns to her. "Let me give you a lift. I'll take you back to my place." She said, flirting, and I clench my jaw at this. "Nah I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia." Dean said, smirking, at her.

"Oooh." The woman said then she backhands him as another vampire approaches. She grabs Dean's face and lifts him into the air. "I don't usually get this friendly until the second date but..." Dean said to her as I raise the bow a bit.

"You know, we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends." She said, seductively, and she lowers him to her level and kisses him, still holding his cheeks tightly. The other vampire watches this, smiling, and I take aim.

"Oh. Whuf. Sorry. I don't usually stay with a chick that long. Definitely not eternity." Dean said and an arrow pierces the other vamp's back and I fire the arrow into the woman's chest. "Dammit." She growls once she looks down at the arrow in her chest while Sam, John and I emerge from the trees.

"It barely even stings." She growls at us. "Give it time, sweetheart. That arrow's soaked in dead man's blood. It's like poison to you, isn't it?" John asked and she looks at us, shocked, then wavers and loses consciousness. "Load her up." John said to us then he gestures to the other vampire.

"I'll take care of this one." He said and he approaches the other vampire, who is sitting groggily on the ground. Raising his machete, he brings it down on the vampire's head.

Later, we had a campfire burning and John hands Dean a bag and they move from the Impala's trunk back toward the fire where Sam and I were patrolling with a couple of machete. "Toss this on the fire. Saffron, skunk's cabbage and trillium. It'll block our scent and hers, until we're ready." John said as Dean sniffs the bag and coughs. "Stuff stinks!" He said.

"That's the idea. Dust your clothes with the ashes, and you stand a chance of not being detected." John instructs us. "You sure they'll come after her?" Sam asked John. "Yeah. Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun. But the blood sickness is going to wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time." John informs us.

"A half hour oughta do it." I said and John nods. "And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can." John said and we give him a confused look.

"But..." Sam said as Dean shakes his head.

"Dad, you can't take care of them all by yourself." Dean said to him. "I'll have her. And the Colt." John said as he gestures towards the vampire. "But after....We're gonna meet up, right? Use the gun together. Right?" I asked him and he looks between the three of us and Sam sighs.

"You're leaving again, aren't you? You still wanna go after the demon alone. You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this." Sam said, his voice rising. "Like what?" John asked. "Like children." Sam replied. "You two are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe. And I know (y/n) isn't my kid, but I feel an obligation to keep her safe, I'm sure (father's name) would agree with me." John said.

"Dad, all due respect but, uh, that's a bunch of crap." Dean said and we all look at him in shock. "Excuse me?" John asked, shocked. "You know what? Sammy, (y/n) and I have been hunting. Hell, you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe." Dean said as he steps up.

"It's not the same thing, Dean." John said to him. "Then what is it, John? Why do you want us out of the big fight?" I asked him. "This demon? It's a bad son of a bitch. I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you alive." John said. "You mean you can't be as reckless." Dean spat.

"Look...I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece. Your mother's death...it almost killed me. I can't watch my children and my best friend's daughter die too. I won't." John said.

"What happens if you die? Dad, what happens if you die, and we could've done something about it? You know I been thinking. I...think maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together." Dean said and Sam and I nod. "We're stronger as a family, Dad. We just are. You know it." Dean said and John looks at us, looking unconvinced.

"We're running out of time. You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order." John said and he walks off. I frown as Dean looks down, emotional, and Sam clenches his jaw. I look at the boys and placed an arm around and give them a side hug.

The boys and I make it back to the barn and we take out the vampires that stayed behind then make our way to the locked container that was full of people. "I told you we'd come back." Dean said as I begin to break the hinges.

Once we break the people out, we grab some crossbows and started to make our way to find John. Eventually, we find John unconscious on the ground next to his truck just as one of the vampires looms over him.

Dean raises his crossbow and fires an arrow, which pierces one of the vampires. We run out of the trees, Dean pauses to line up while I shoot another vampire with my crossbow. Sam moves toward the vampire, that was gonna attack John, but he backhands Sam.

Dean grabs a machete and we turn to help but the vampire has his arm around Sam's throat and I raise the crossbow at the vampire. "Don't! I'll break his neck. Put the blade and the crossbow down." The vampire ordered but Dean and I do nothing.

Then the vampire tightens his hold on Sam's neck, cutting off his air supply completely. Dean and I drop the machete and the bow, immediately. "You people. Why can't you leave us alone. We have as much right to live as you do." The vampire spat at us.

"I don't think so." John's voice said and the vampire turns around as John raises the colt and shoots him between the eyes. The vampire lets go of Sam who stumbles away, gasping, and Dean and I pull Sa. behind us.

A sigil appears where the bullet hit the vampire and he stumbles. A brief flash of light reflects his skeleton, before he falls to his knees. "Lutherrrr!!!!" The female vampire, we caught earlier, screams as another flash of light passes through Luther and he slumps to the ground dead.

The woman starts toward John but another vamp grabs her, pulling her to their car. They take off, wheels screaming, while John smiles at us, in satisfaction.

The next day, we were packing up when John enters the room and we turn to face him. "So, kids..." he said. "Yes sir." Sam said. "You ignored a direct order back there." John said as he looks between us. "Yes sir." Sam and I said. "Yeah but we saved your ass." Dean said and Sam and I look sideways at Dean, nervously.

John looks steadily at Dean, who swallows. "You're right." John said and a confused look washes over Dean's face. "I am?" He asked. "It scares the hell out of me. You three are all I've got." John said then he turns me. "Even if you're not my own blood, (y/n)." He said to me and I nod at him. "But I guess we are stronger as a family. So...we go after this damn thing. Together." John said and we nod at him.

"Yes sir." We said in unison.

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