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fadingdaggerr · 3 months

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omfggg I just finished reading truth be told and it was so amazing and good and wonderful and wow wow wow you're so talented!!! can you please please consider writing a part 2 where r and Mel slowly start dating and Mel starts bringing them back around her family and introducing them to the Abbott crew and everyone is like 👀👀 and then Mel asks them to marry her and everyone is Mel's family is like FINALLY.

truth be lived

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: part two of truth be told, based on request above | 9.6k

includes: useless lesbian disease, fluff, more fluff bc the last part didn't have enough

warnings: they/them pronouns used for r, slight insecurity, kissing/making out

translation: peluche (italian - teddy bear)

italics are flashbacks

note: god this took me so long i’m sorry. my brain is an evil being. but N E ways how shocked are we that this is way fucking longer than part one? we aren’t? that’s what i thought. swear my dumbass can't make it easy on myself, but i just really wanted to grow the relationship and not just throw it out there yk?? excuses excuses, i know

It’s almost worse than when Barbara made her go a month without caffeine. Scratch that. It’s fifty times worse. It’s been a week that Melissa has gone without getting to see you. The week that will finally come to a close once the clock strikes seven and you show up at her door.

Saturdays, as of late, the two of you spent nearly three hours in a coffee shop, talking endlessly until your macchiatos went cold. Catching up on over a decade apart was slowly patching the dam that gave out all those years ago. A month of this gravitated to getting lunch together during the week, sitting together on a bench in the halfway point between your jobs. A couple more weeks, and you started going to the bar on Fridays to get your whiskey sours to celebrate the end of a hard week.

It was over stealing a cherry from your drink that Melissa got brave enough to ask you what had been on her mind since she saw you again. She knew it had to be her move, after all that had happened before.

“Next Friday night, you busy?” Melissa asks as she picks the stem off.

Your tongue ghosts over your lips, “not at all. And for you, I’m always free.”

“Would you wanna go out? With me?” An exhale rattles her chest, “Like a- like a date?”

Scanning her face, all you can see is sincerity in her question, and not a touch of restraint. The corners of your lips fly up, creases around your eyes deepening as you take in the sight of a nervous, but hopeful, Melissa. What you wouldn’t give to cradle those flushed, pink cheeks and kiss her right now.

“I would love to go on a date with you,” you answer, “name the time and place, and I’m there.”

A grin that’s equally dorky as yours appears on Melissa's face, her smile prevalent in her voice, “you worry about nothing. I’ll pick you up.”

Green eyes flick from the Tucci mug in front of her to the clock over the door. Only eleven hours and forty minutes, not that she’s counting. A sigh passes her lips at her own desperation. She went nearly a decade without you, half a week shouldn’t be this hard. By God, though, it is.

By lunch, it feels like another week passed her by. A sense of freedom fills Melissa, finally able to dig her phone out of the bottom drawer of her desk where she previously jailed it, too tempted to check for texts from you or send her own. For added proof of her restraint, she doesn’t allow herself to look at the screen until she sits at the table next to Barb.

The moment leather pants meet the hard plastic chair, her phone is ripped from her pocket, glasses perched on her nose. Glossy lips stretch into a smile immediately.

Peluche: any idea how to make 6.5 hours into 0?

Peluche: asking for a friend

Tell your ‘friend’ if I knew, I would have done it.

The little smirk on her face does not go unnoticed by the others in the room, though none are brave enough to ask about it. Jacob eyes his roommate from across the room. He’s seen the weight on her shoulders fly off within the last few weeks, the oven door hasn’t slammed once, she didn’t even make fun of his new kombucha. Early excuses to retire to her bedroom were becoming more frequent, and after a very brave snooping session, Jacob heard tiny bits of a phone call. Breathy giggles coming from his roommate made him step away, an act to save not only his room, but also his life.

The little grin that would appear on her face, before she scurried upstairs, was the same one that she wears at this very moment. It takes the willpower of a thousand Ava’s in a hookah bar to not jump up and down at the thought that Melissa may be seeing someone again, someone clearly better for her. With all of his self-control, held together with sheer desperation, he glances at Barbara. God’s number one soldier is smiling to herself, giving a little nod as she feels his gaze on her. Confirmation.

There’s a certain pep in her step the rest of the day. Not one eye roll as Janine breathlessly recounted her walk back from the deli, no pinching the bridge of her nose when a student asked a question she’d answered seven times already today, not even one occurrence of biting her tongue to save herself an elbow from Barbara. Blissfully happy Melissa is almost more terrifying than angry Melissa, her stiff walk replaced with a certain bounce that didn’t diminish.

“Alright, little eagles, it is go-time! Move it, move it! If you’re not out the door in ten seconds, you’re spending the night with the Abbott ghosts!” The kids all run past Melissa in a flock of giggles as she mentally counts each one, making sure everyone is accounted for before locking up her room. Giddiness grows in her chest, T-minus four hours, and she finds herself just as motivated as the children to run out the doors. Uncharacteristically, she tries to avoid Barbara on her way out, trying to get home as fast as humanly possible, knowing she would be in a frenzied overdrive once she starts getting ready to see you.

“Melissa!” She cringes as she hears her name at the end of the hall, stalling her in her place. Turning on her heel, the redhead faces the floor to hide the pained expression she wears, before looking back up. “Girl, where are you going in such a hurry? You’re moving like the devil is on your heels.”

“The devil couldn’t catch me if he tried,” Melissa snorts, “and I’m just tryna get home, I got plans tonight.”

Barbara raises a brow, “plans, you say? With whom?”

“No one,” she replies, but the sly grin and pink cheeks give her away.

The kindergarten teacher hums, “well, you have fun with no one. I expect a debrief Monday morning, maybe Saturday if you find some free time.” Pink cheeks go as red as Melissa’s hair at the insinuation, only managing a little huff and nod as a response before slinking off to her car.

—☽—

Melissa had given you only one direction for tonight, being that you should dress warm. As much as she knew the limited information would bother you, she hoped you trusted her enough to go along with it, and you did without question, but not without a half-second of hesitation. She could already picture the game of eenie-meenie you would likely play when you went to pick out a sweater or sweatshirt.

And she would be right. With an hour left before Melissa was to arrive, you stood half-naked in front of the closet on your fifth round of the game in trying to choose what to wear. Though every time you reject an option, you’d manage to find a potential reason to go with it, and the cycle keeps going. Deciding to let fate take its chance, you throw an arm over your eyes and blindly swing the other to randomly grab something to wear, at this point you don’t even care if it’s the matching Bluey sweatshirt you share with your nephew.

Fate is on your side it seems, the blind reach procuring a loose fitting, dark grey sweater, one you’d owned over half your life. One that Melissa had stolen many times before, that you had to steal back from her. Without a second thought, you put a longsleeve on before the sweater, just in case it finds a way to pass ownership.

Similarly to last week, you find yourself tense and jittery, waiting on the edge of your seat for the text that tells you that you’ll be able to see her again. Bosco nudges at your hands to be pet, clearly noticing your nerves, attempting to snuggle them away. He’s an expert, your shaky hands stilling as you scratch gently around his neck, dodging his wet nose before it meets your eye. Utterly in the zone petting the spaniel, your phone pinging pulls you from your trance.

pretty girl: Ready when you are.

i’ll be right down, just a sec

pretty girl: Take your time hon.

You, in fact, do not take your time, but what Melissa doesn’t see, she can’t possibly know. Panting at the bottom of the stairs, you take a spare few seconds to catch your breath before walking towards the only car in the lot with its lights on. Leaning against it was Melissa, picking at her nails with pursed lips, a tell-tale sign of her nerves. The closer you get, the more clearly you can see her. Her bright pink hoodie is clearer now, contrasting against a pair of leather pants that almost rip the air from your lungs.

The words leave your lips before you can really stop them, “you’re beautiful.”

Bright eyes look up from the pavement, wide with surprise from your seemingly sudden appearance in front of her. Heat spreads from down her face to her chest at the compliment, feeling every bit of it from head to toe, reveling in the warmth of your attention. It’s been years since you’ve looked at her like this, much less spoken.

“You-” she breathes, “you’re wow.” A second wave hits her when she sees what you’re wearing, that fucking sweater. She’d stolen it more times than she can count, straight from the closet or even directly off of your body, and now it was within arms reach again.

“Should’ve asked first, wearing your sweater and all,” you say lightheartedly, hoping that it will calm the nerves between you both.

“I guess I can let it slide this time,” Melissa chuckles, looking down bashfully. “You ready to get going?”

All you manage is a nod, far too excited to be in her presence to get anymore words out. Ever the gentlewoman, Melissa slides in front of you to open your door, closing it once you’ve slid into your seat. You knew better than to ask where you were going, the redhead already told you three times that she wasn’t spoiling anything for you.

The entirety of the twenty minute drive, it takes a god-like amount of effort to keep from staring at Melissa’s hand on the gear shift. Shimmering rings just beg to be fiddled with, hand asking to be held, but you refrain from crossing the line. The late time keeps the road relatively empty, though Philly streets are never silent, a cacophony of horns and yelling seems to linger regardless of the sun’s presence.

The car pulls into a lot of a building, only a small deli on the first level, the rest appears to be utterly vacant. Slowly, you turn to face Melissa, looking at her with pure confusion and a need for an answer.

She peeks over, sensing your gaze on her. Putting the car in park she simply says, “just trust me.”

“I do,” you reply without hesitation.

It takes very little persuading for you to begin following Melissa, in through the deli where she greeted the man at the front desk. From the little Italian you still remember from being around her family, you pick up something about a door and the two of you being allowed to do something. All the fishing for translation in your mind halts when a hand goes to the small of your back, guiding you to the back of the shop towards the stairs. At the top floor, Melissa reaches around you to put the code into the door, opening the roof access. Three thick blankets stacked on top of one another, with a cooler holding them down, greet you when you turn after watching the redhead prop the door open with a brick.

A sort of wonder takes over, just following her movements as she sits on the blankets, patting the spot next to her. Taking residence next to her, you scoot closer without even an attempt of subtlety. Glossy lips curve into a smile at your action, Melissa immediately trying to hide it by reaching into the orange cooler.

From the cooler, she pulls out a shaker and a bottle of whiskey, peeking at you with a mischievous look in her eye. Without breaking eye contact, she lifts out simple syrup and lemon juice. Simultaneously, both your noses scrunch, leaning into each other slightly as you snicker, feeling juvenile in the excitement of it all.

Despite taking the time to garnish both your drinks with maraschinos, you pretend to not notice the sly reaches to pull them out of your drink. As far as you’re concerned, she can have whatever she wants if you get to hear that quiet, satisfied giggle.

Reaching into the cooler again, Melissa pulls out a small radio, checking her watch as she fiddles with the dials. After a few moments, you hear what sounds like the opening credits of a movie. Knocking her knee with your own to get your attention, she points to a screen a little ways away, a small drive-in theater that you didn’t even know was in the city. Squinting a little to see the title from the distance, you see that it’s Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, one of her father’s favorites. The thought alone makes you smile, he’d gotten you both into westerns once you were ‘old enough to appreciate them,’ meaning when you were well into your twenties.

It takes little time for the two of you to end up pressed against each other, everything packed away and forgotten off to the side. The two of you stay quiet as you listen to the movie, both mouthing lines you remember. Your eyes long to look at her, so you look down to grab your drink, shifting your eyes to look at Melissa.

Once you do, all you can do is watch her, her hands, her eyes, her lips, how content she is written on her face. It’s hard to take your eyes off her, it always has been, but right now it feels more difficult than ever. Yellow street lights barely illuminate her, everything you can see is because of the sheer closeness of your bodies. The warmth radiating off of her is grounding, the chill around you nonexistent.

Feeling your attention on her quickly has Melissa turning towards you. She’s met with a nose brushing against hers, both of your eyes widening at the newfound closeness. Neither of you even attempt to move away, completely engrossed in each other’s gaze; the closest you two had been in a decade, here and now.

“Can I-” She doesn’t get a chance to finish her sentence.

“Please.”

Lips rush to press against yours, moving quickly, but so carefully that you can’t help the whine that crawls out of your throat. It takes even less time for your hands to slide up to her face, holding her close as her own hands wander to hold your sides. Needy fingers weave into her hair, tugging lightly at soft copper. Melissa groans into your mouth, tongue swiping against your lips, being met with instant entry and a cross between a sigh and moan.

Any remaining gloss that wasn’t sticking to the plastic cups was spread across your lips, giving you a taste of cherry and lemon, whiskey shared between you. The feeling of her tongue is intoxicating, and all you can manage is to haul her closer, wanting her entirely against you. Catching on, Melissa pushes further into you, leaning you down onto the blankets. The change in position seems to bring a moment of pause to both of you, parting for a moment to catch your breaths.

Slowly, you open your eyes, meeting jade eyes with blown out pupils. Detangling your hands from her hair, you bring them back to hold her face. Stroking your thumb over her cheek, her eyes flutter shut as a deep breath leaves her chest. You gently pass over her cheekbone, following the slope to her lips, kiss-swollen and lovely. Brushing against her lips, you see her eyes open again, watching your attention on her skin. You can practically feel the nerves radiating off of her.

Tugging her down gently, you press a soft kiss to her lips, easy and slow. A silent reassurance that you weren’t going anywhere, that you want this just as much as she does.

The entire drive back to your building, Melissa keeps her hand in yours, enjoying the feeling of your grip tightening around hers every now and then. Uncharacteristically, she drives the speed limit through the streets, wanting to prolong her time with you as much as she can. Pulling into the lot, she lifts your hand to press a kiss to it before hopping out, rounding the car to open your door.

“What a charmer,” you joke, voice bubbly and light from pure adoration for the woman. Humming, Melissa’s fingers tangle with yours as she walks you to the door. Leaning against the cold brick of the building, you pull her in closer, wanting her in your orbit a little longer.

Her thumb glides over your knuckles, “thank you, for tonight.”

“Thank you. Next time, though, I’m planning everything,” an easy smile crosses your face as you fiddle with her rings. You watch a barely suppressed excitement cross her features, feeling your heart swell at the sight.

Subconsciously, you both lean into each other, no words spoken between you. Your eyes flick to her licks, catching her attention. With a barely there touch, Melissa presses a kiss to your lips, lingering as you just barely keen into her. As she pulls away, she forces herself to take a step back, knowing if she stays close that she’ll never leave.

“Can’t wait,” she says, a smile on her lips that never fades when she’s around you.

“Text me when you get home?” You have to keep a hand on the wall behind to keep you in place, too drawn to Melissa for your own good.

She chuckles, taking a step back, “it’s a five minute drive.”

“Just text me, please,” your head drops to the side, looking at her through your lashes.

The only you get is a little nod, reveling in her little smirk as she turns away. Your eyes stay on her, intent on seeing her safely to her car, but she seems to have other ideas. Before she even reaches the fence, Melissa turns on her heel and quickly walks back up to you. Without so much as a warning, she holds your face in her hands and plants one more solid kiss to your lips.

When she pulls away she sees your brows raised and a dumbfounded look on your face, it leaves her with a little spark of pride in her chest. Her thumb passes over your lip before she steps back, slowly walking backwards, “I’ll text you.”

—☽—

The trudging of Jacob coming upstairs shakes Melissa from her last minute indecisiveness about her choice of shirt, registering her open door, throwing the green shirt over her bra-clad form. Quick feet land her in front of her vanity, plopping in the seat to seem busy instead of fretful. Silent prayers that he leaves her alone go unanswered, peeking in as she unscrews the wand of her mascara.

“What’re you up to tonight?” Jacob asks, practically hopping up to her.

She purposely avoids looking at him, “noneya.”

“Oooh, come on Mel-Mel! Spill!”

“Stop calling me that,” she lets out shortly, carefully blinking on mascara. “I’m just going out, that’s all.” Melissa promised herself the second you came back into her life, she wouldn’t refer to you as just a friend. Not until you told her that’s all you want from her, she couldn’t blame you for that choice after all of her own.

You are beginning to run out of things to fill the time until Melissa arrives. The kitchen was wiped down and swept, the living room vacuumed, shit, you even wiped down the blinds. A nagging part of your mind keeps ringing that maybe you should change the blanket over the back of the couch, but the others don’t match the pillows and that will only make your skin crawl more.

A slammed door in the hall makes you startle out of the near catatonic state you’re in, eyes glazed over as they stare unfocused at the coffee table. Your eyes jump to the clock, the little hand getting closer and closer to the seven, only twenty minutes until she’s here. You let out a deep breath before it hits you, only twenty minutes.

Nearly crashing to the floor as your socks glide on the carpet, you rip the top drawer of your dresser open, brain rushing to figure out if the fluffy socks are a bad look or not. Eyes clenching, you sigh at the immaturity of your own thoughts, feeling like a middle schooler trying to get their crush to like them. It’s all frivolous, really. But, God, you want her to like you.

With five minutes left to wait, you find yourself sitting on the couch, staring at the dark TV screen as your leg bounces hard enough to cause a six-point magnitude earthquake.

Unbeknownst to you, Melissa has been sitting in the lot of your building for ten minutes, working up the courage to walk in. If she didn’t get here early, she is sure she would’ve been late walking inside. Melissa stretches out her hand from the tight clenched fists they had been, crescents in her palm from her pink acrylics. She has to reread her text about a million times before sending it.

Just pulled in.

Peluche: i’ll be right down, give me 30 seconds

Creaking of a heavy metal door takes Melissa out of her thoughts where she stands on the steps, turning to see your head just barely popping out of the door. Neither of you can help the little grins that come to your face, both of your attempts to hide them being useless against the other. Wordlessly, you wave her in, and Melissa is quick to obey. It’s quiet as you both climb the stairs, until you arrive at your front door.

The moment you press one number on the keypad, Bosco is barking up a storm on the other side of the door. When the door opens, he is just as quick to start jumping on Melissa, clearly remembering his friend that he hasn’t seen in almost three months.

“Bobo, dude,” you almost whine, trying to tug him away despite his excited hopping, “alright, enough. Bed, now, little freak.”

When you turn back to Melissa, her face is pink from laughter, the lines around her eyes deeper from the smile on her face. Slipping her jacket off her arms, she asks, “is he like that with everyone?”

“No, not everyone,” you answer, stepping forward to grab her jacket from her to hang up, “he’s usually only that excited when I get home or when my neighbor stops by, but he never jumps on him since the man’s like eight thousand years old.”

Melissa tries to ignore the shivers up her spine, “probably just remembers me, or I’m just that special.”

“Two things can be true at once,” you say sincerely, taking the bottle of wine with you as you search for the corkscrew. “I’ve only got stemless glasses, that okay?”

“Blasphemous,” she jokes, leaning against the counter, resting her weight on her elbows.

Lightheartedly, you roll your eyes, pouring her glass first. Melissa’s eyes light up as you swirl the wine in the glass before handing it to her, something she does before she starts any glass. It’s a pointless little thing she has done since Nonna began allowing her a small cup of wine at dinner when she was fifteen, she never thought you would remember something so miniscule.

It takes less than two minutes of sitting on the couch for Melissa to realize that she had made the biggest mistake telling you that she didn’t care what you watched tonight, that you had full reign of choosing. The Conjuring pops up on the screen, the ominous tree makes her groan. Dropping her chin to her shoulder, she stares at you. The pursing of your lips and strict avoidance of her eyes makes the stare turn to a glare.

“You’re fucking kidding,” she says with a facetious anger, “you’re fucking with me.”

Turning slowly, you put on a failing face of innocence, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit,” Melissa laughs through her words, “you’re trying to get me to walk outta here.”

“No! You said I could pick whatever I want,” you gesture towards the TV.

Melissa heads tilts down, but her eyes stay on you, lips turning up, “you tryna get me all scared like a cliche little movie date? Real sly.”

“So what if I am?” Your expression is playful, but there’s something in your voice that makes Melissa feel warm.

A deep breath leaves her lungs, “if this jump scares me, I’m hitting you with a pillow.”

“Thankfully, I have several,” you mumble, a sated smile on your lips as you press play.

Two glasses of wine later, you find yourself relaxed into the arm of the couch, while Melissa sits curled into a ball, fully leaned into the back of the couch. For someone so confident and brave, it has always humored you that she was so easily scared of horror films. She nearly suffocated you when she came over one night all those years ago, Candyman left you with the redhead clinging to you like a baby koala.

A pitchy squeak pulls you from the reminiscing you can’t seem to escape, eyes scanning the screen, seeing the exorcism scene, before looking towards Melissa. With her hands over your eyes, you can see her mouth moving, quiet mutters of God dammit and mother fucker leaving glossy lips. It’s impossible to suppress the little chuckle that bubbles in your throat, and squinted green eyes stare you down.

“Shut up,” Melissa mumbles, looking at you rather than back at the movie.

“I didn’t say anything,” you can’t even say it with a straight face, “you’re the one that said I could pick the movie.”

Melissa throws the pillow in her lap at you with a weak arm, “you know I don’t like this scary shit. I’ll never get to sleep tonight.”

“I’ll put Fox and the Hound on after,” you offer. Olive eyes give you an unimpressed look, but the corners of her lips turn up before she gives a little nod in silent thanks.

Her eyes don’t leave you as your attention falls back on the screen, watching as you become fully engrossed in the happenings she refuses to acknowledge. Melissa’s mind churns over your earlier statement, how you might’ve just chosen this for her to get closer to you, and she wishes she could say your not-so-subtle plan wasn’t working. Yet, here she is, thinking that if you were holding her, this would feel like a Pixar film.

Slowly, as if you were the spooked one, she slowly shifts closer. After scanning for discomfort that she doesn’t find, Melissa leans closer, praying you’ll catch on.

“Get over here,” you mumble through a huffed laugh, shifting to rest your back against the arm, putting a leg down on the floor to open up space. Not wasting a second, Melissa lays down on top of you, tucking into you enough that only one eye is able to see the TV, but only if she strains to look up.

It takes zero time for your fingers to find the ends of her hair, the feeling only making Melissa settle in further. Your free hand gets a hold of the remote, turning off the movie before it’s even ended. While you’re looking for the cartoon, Melissa fishes her phone from her back pocket, not bothering to move as she checks her messages.

Jacob: sooo am i leaving the porchlight on or are u coming back in the morning

Put the light on, please.

Jacob: am i allowed to ask questions????

The redhead feels your laugh more than she hears it, peeking up she sees your smirking face. You tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, “you’re right, he’s nosy.”

“Told you. If we were at my place right now, we’d be getting interviewed until next week,” Melissa grumbles. Your only answer is a hum, attention moving to the annoying task of typing out the name of the movie.

You just did.

Your chest rumbles with silent laughter at her response, only holding her tighter when her phone drops on the table and her nose bumps against your neck. The meandering fingers that twirl loose curls around them are a constant distraction for Melissa, the voices of Copper and Tod not even reaching her ears as she settles into a comfort she’s been longing for for years. Nothing will ever quite match the feeling of your lips pressing to her temple.

—☽—

Melissa Schemmenti is picky. Name a topic, she’s got a steadfast opinion on it. The Seahawks? Wanna-be Eagles. Mashed potatoes? Better when a little lumpy. Sleeping? Her bed is the only place she can feel rested. She’d grown all too used to sleeping in her own bed alone, it feels foreign to wake up with someone beside her.Well, her opinion may have changed on that last one.

Curled under a thin blanket, Melissa wakes slowly as the little rays of sun work their way under the curtains. Attempting to stretch her legs, she tries to turn on her back, but is met with resistance. Her movement makes the arm around her tighten, a head nudging into her shoulder blades. Her fingers run up and down the expanse of your arm, quietly asking for you to loosen up. With newfound freedom, she turns to face you, meeting half open eyes and a dopey grin. Tucking yourself into her, you press a lingering kiss to the junction of her neck, mumbling into warm skin.

“What was that, baby?” Melissa rasps out.

“Phone went off,” you grumble a little louder, shuffling closer to her.

Blindly, the redhead reaches around for her phone. Huffing, she forces her eyes open enough to catch face unlock, but they immediately bulge out of her head.

Jacob: hey u coming home tonight?

Jacob: mel mel?

Jacob: barbs said u were fine but can u just answer

Jacob: melissa?

Melissa flies up, your arm dropping limply beside her. A high pitched whine climbs out of your throat as you sit up, leaning against her side with your head on her shoulder. Glancing at her screen, your eyes go as wide as hers.

“If you need to call him, go for it,” you say quietly.

She sighs, “I don’t like lying to him. I’m just…”

“I know,” you reach to hold her hand, “just do whatever feels right for now. We’ll figure everything out later.”

Melissa only gives a nod in response, clearly still in her head. Giving her space, you press a kiss to her shoulder before climbing out of bed. Green eyes follow as you walk out of the room, nearly stumbling into the door as you go. She gives herself another moment to watch you by the coffeemaker before glancing back down at her phone.

Once you’ve taste tested the coffee you made for Melissa, you carefully walk back into your room, trying to not spill a single drop. Glancing up from the mugs, you see that Melissa’s eyes are scrunched, clearly hating the conversation that was happening, but accepting the consequences. Opening one eye and seeing you, she presses a finger to her lips as she puts the call on speaker.

“-ad me worried! You could’ve been dead in a ditch, or worse! I’m happy that you’re happy and having a good time, but you need to be safe! Wait- that sounded weird, I meant physically safe. But that kinda safe too!” Her roommate’s, well warranted, rant continues, leaving you both struggling to breathe from the laughter you try to hide.

Melissa takes a deep breath to compose herself, “Jacob, again, I’m sorry. Wasn’t looking at my phone, but I’ll be better about it.”

“Cross your heart!” The sixth grade teacher was clearly not playing games.

Despite him not being able to see her, Melissa actually draws an X on her chest, “cross my heart.”

Laughing inwardly, you leave Melissa to speak with Jacob as you pad around the room, grabbing your clothes for the day. You feel eyes on you as you move, chest warming under her affection. Peeking over your shoulder as you go down the hall to the bathroom, you send her a wink that makes her grin.

When she finally hangs up with Jacob, Melissa flops back onto the bed, mulling things over in her mind. Telling her friends about you couldn’t be so bad, could it? Starting slow could help, but that means starting at home, and Jacob’s mouth is far too big to keep anything to himself. Telling Barbara will be easy, she already knows about you, just not current events.

She knows that Barbara will love you, that you will love Barbara. Deep down she knows the two of you would be two peas in a pod, and the thought of that alone makes Melissa want to throw caution to the wind. As much as she hates to admit it, acceptance of you from Jacob is something that weighs on her. He’ll probably be obsessed with you, and you don’t even have to say how much you want to meet him, she already knows. It could be so easy.

The spiral in her mind comes to a halt when she hears the bathroom door open. Suddenly feeling full of energy, a giddiness in her bones, she jumps out of bed to find you. Finding you in front of the microwave, reheating your coffee, she wraps her arms around your waist. The light squeeze you receive makes you smile, turning in her grasp to face her, arms encircling her neck.

“Hey, you,” you say, fingers twirling her hair.

“Hey, yourself,” she doesn’t even try to hide the lovesick look on her face, “I’ve got a proposition for ya.”

You snort, “you’re propositioning me?”

“Don’t even,” a hand playfully pinches your side, “it’s a serious question.” The little grin on your face drops, and Melissa can feel your hands freeze where they play with her curls. “Not super serious… just wondering if you’d wanna meet them? Barb, Jacob, maybe the others?

“You want that?” She nods immediately. “Are you sure?” She nods again. “Then, okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

—☽—

How on Earth was she ever nervous about this? Seriously, how?

Janine had invited most of Abbott to her shoebox of an apartment for an end of year party, cleverly inviting Melissa and Barbara over early to get them in a cleaning mood. Everyone else wasn’t supposed to arrive for another half hour, you included. Melissa asked you to come later, hoping that there was less of a chance you’d be grilled if you arrived when the party was more full.

Forty sardines with master’s degrees fill the apartment, and Melissa is still finding little things around the place that need to be dusted and wiped down, but her momentum entirely ends when her phone buzzes in her pocket. Nearly dropping the vase in her hands, she fishes her phone out.

Peluche: i think i’m here

Peluche: the bouncer?? won’t let me in

An amused sigh passes her lips as she swerves through the sea of bodies to get to the front door, seeing Mr. Johnson with his arm barring the door.

“Mr. J, let them in,” Melissa laughs out, patting the man’s shoulder. He turns to look at her with scrutinizing eyes, but lowers his arm to allow space for you.

An arm wraps itself around your waist, immediately pulling you into her space, filling your senses with honey and the distinct smell of foundation on her skin. Guiding you carefully, trying to keep anyone from getting too close to you, she brings you over to where Barbara is fussing over a bookshelf. With a tap on the shoulder, the kindergarten teacher turns to Melissa before brown eyes land on you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone so excited to see you in your entire life, and you don’t even know this woman.

“By the good lord’s graces,” she gasps at her own outburst, thrusting out her hand for you. “I’m sorry dear, it is lovely to meet you. I’m Barbara.”

Shaking her hand, you reply, “lovely to meet you, too. I’m-”

“Oh, I know exac-”

“Barb!” Melissa cuts in, pinching the bridge of her nose. Your hand rubs her arm, trying to keep her from blowing a gasket, even if you’re fighting giggles next to her. Her attention falls back on you, all annoyance fading, “you want a drink?”

You nod, feeling her already beginning to tug you away. Rushing your words, you speak to Barbara, “it was nice meeting you!”

“You too, sweetheart. I’ll see you at brunch next week, I’m sure,” Barbara chuckles warmly. Accepting that this was the closest thing she’ll get to an introduction with Melissa.

Staying behind you with hands on your hips to guide you, Melissa leads you towards the kitchen. Everything feels like it’s underwater, with her hands on you, protective and, dare you say, possessive. For someone who had been nervous for days about you meeting everyone, she sure had no care in the world now. Quietly, next to your ear, you hear her counting down from five. Just as she hits one, a squeal pierces your eardrums.

“Oh my gosh. Oh. My. Gosh!” The voice is immediately recognizable to the one that had been lecturing the redhead over the phone in your bedroom only a few weeks ago. “Hi, hi, I’m Jacob, I work with Melissa at Abbott.”

“Also lecture her, from what I heard,” you joke, making Jacob pause.

Without a chance to blink, Jacob jumps up and down, “so you’re where she’s been lately!” Both you and Melissa wince and the sheer volume of it, but recover quickly when he calms, suddenly quiet and scanning you over, “you better be careful, not for her sake, but yours.”

There’s no malice in his words, it’s a pure warning. From the look on his face, it’s entirely about what he’ll do if she gets hurt, not what Melissa would do to you. From behind you, the redhead’s brows scrunch, mostly out of confusion, ready to tell Jacob off for talking to you like that. She feels guilty, she’s the one who messed everything up before, she deserves the questioning of her worthiness.

You take Jacob’s words in stride, “I’m counting on you to set me straight then, if I ever dare to step out of line.”

Jacob’s entire demeanor goes back to normal at your words, looking at Melissa excitedly, “I like them.”

“Yeah, me too. You ain’t special,” she chuckles, hand on your hip tightening, pulling you imperceptibly closer.

Within an hour, most of the partygoers are on the dancefloor, the two of you included. Cups with rum and whatever chaser Janine had left were teetering on spilling, holding your weight against her is all that keeps you from teetering as well. Sea Barbara stays happily to herself with her cardboard cutout dance partner, content to slow dance to the fast paced music. Singing and cheering around you feels far away as your drunken attention refuses to stray from Melissa, her attention staying on you.

It’s increasingly more difficult to not kiss you when you’re this close, but with warm bodies against her at every side, it’s less than ideal. If it were, it would just be the two of you. She’s so close to just asking if you want to get out of here, but she’s interrupted just as she ducks to speak in your ear.

“Melissa! Barbara! You’re supposed to be cleaning!” Janine yells, hands on her hips. You can feel Melissa groan more than you can hear it, loud music almost deafening you in the small apartment. Barbara tries to shoo the shorter woman away, but her drunk state doesn’t hold the same level of authority that it typically does.

“Janine, it’s a party. We’re partying,” Melissa says dismissively. Not once does her hand leave your waist, keeping you from being jostled by other people.

Her speaking up has Janine’s attention back on her, who quickly recognizes your presence. Brown eyes go from your face, to the hands on you, and back to Melissa’s face. Realization and excitement washes over her face, and the chattering that comes from her is hardly heard or understood from the bass boosts and liquor. Flapping hands keep moving as you try your best to gather her words, but she’s running off excitedly before you can even introduce yourself. You watch Janine bounce towards a lanky man, pointing in your direction, clearly telling him that Melissa brought someone.

Chuckling to yourself, you look back to Melissa, whose eyes are already one you. The universe seems to be both with and against her, because just as she tries to speak, the lights go out and the music stops. Warm hands pull you closer in surprise, and you can’t even be upset about your almost empty cup dropping to the floor. Murmurs around you get louder as everyone sits in equal confusion, but Melissa feels her opportunity.

Feeling lips brush your ear, heat rises to your cheeks, “wanna get out of here?”

“God, yes,” you say, shifting your hand from her arm to her hand, interlocking your fingers. Pulling you with her, she quickly gets to Barbara to let her know you’re both leaving, sneakily passing your phone to text Gerald while she gets her friend some water.

By the end of the night, neither of you could even find the energy to change out of your clothes after walking home. Melissa’s apartment being closer was a blessing, you didn’t even register that this was the first time you’ve been there. Neither did Melissa.

Brushing her teeth next to you in the mirror, pulling back sheets on the other side of the bed, becoming your personal pillow the moment you lay on the mattress. It just felt right.

—☽—

Bobbing your head along to Deftones, you mentally map out the drawing you’re supposed to be starting. The measurements they gave you make no sense, especially with the materials they requested. It’s like they’re asking for the building to concave on itself, not to house people. You’d pressed about giving them a consultation, see the inner workings of the old medical office yourself, but they rejected it ‘for time,’ which really means money. Little do they know they’re going to end up costing themselves more.

The song switches from Shove It to Mascara as knocking raps against your door, but they go completely unnoticed to you. So does the voice trying to get your attention without having to tap your shoulder, knowing it sends ten feet in the air in surprise.

“Boss… Boss… Boss!” Terrence gets no response for the third time before looking to the woman on his left, “you’ll have to go get ‘em, I guess. Lunatic keeps the volume to ear bleeding levels so they don’t have to listen to us, I swear.”

Melissa chuckles, “well, thank you anyways, hon. I got it from here.” Moving into the room, she shuts the door behind her, leaning against it to watch you for just a moment.

What she first notices is your button up, or lack thereof, disregarded on a chair on the other side of the room. Selfishly, she lets herself look you up and down, savoring bare arms and the hard look on your face. Melissa finds herself frozen, mind racing with images of you, subconsciously biting her lip as her eyes rake over you. Only pulled out of her mind by a groan that leaves your lips, she wills herself to get closer to you.

With your back still to her, you’re unable to see her slow movements as she tries to sneak up on you. Hands trail up your sides, clutching slightly when she feels you jump at the sudden touch. Turning in her arms, your bewildered expression dies when you meet green eyes, crinkled around the edges in amusement. Catching your breath, you wrap your arms around her neck.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you say softly, “but this is a pleasant surprise.”

“Missed you. I’ve barely seen you all week,” her arms tighten around your waist.

You press your lips together, trying to hide the giddy feeling in your chest that’s spreading, “I’m sorry, they’ve got me practically chained to the desk until this draft is drawn up. Fuckers think it’s easy turning procedure suites into apartments, it’s not.”

“Not your fault, sweetheart,” her lips press to your cheek as she tugs you in, missing holding you, being held by you. “I have dinner with my family tomorrow night, though, so I won’t be around. Just wanted to get my time in with you before I go into withdrawals.”

You laugh at her words, “Withdrawal? Little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

“Me? Never,” she tries to keep a serious face, but her smile overtakes as she watches you roll your eyes lightheartedly.

A finger twirls a copper strand around, voice weary, “tell everyone I said hi?”

“Well…” Melissa’s face drops a little, knowing she hasn’t told her family that you’re back in her life. Her eyes scan your face, seeing the smallest hint of sadness, and hurries to correct it. “You can tell them yourself, if you want.”

The twirling stops, “you mean that? Because you can’t offer that if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it, I promise,” her hands sit more firmly on you now, “they miss you, they just never mention it. But they do. Especially John Anthony. And Kristin Marie, but she’ll never admit that, even to herself.”

The only answer she received is a strong kiss pressing to her lip, her eyes immediately fluttering shut at the contact. The hand in her hair tightens as your entire body pushes into her, groaning at the feeling of her on you mixing with the emotions of it all. How easily she asked you to come with her, to see her family, to be by her side for real this time. It feels too early to say what you want to at this moment, so you just kiss her harder.

Melissa spent half the day and the entire drive to the house telling you that no, her parents don’t hate you, and that yes, they will be incredibly excited to see you again. She kept the knowledge of your attendance secret, not wanting to be slammed with questions, but mostly because she wanted to see the look on her mother’s face when she saw her favorite not-her-child from all those years ago.

“Are you sure you want me to go? I don’t want to if you only offered because you felt like you had to. If I’m impos-”

“You’re not imposing,” she almost whispers as she cradles your face, “I want you there. It hasn’t felt the same since you stopped coming.”

Pressing kissing to your knuckles every now and then, Melissa manages to take some of the anxiety off your shoulders. Turning onto the familiar street, you immediately sit up straighter in your seat, checking your outfit and fiddling with everything, desperate to pick off lint that isn’t even there. Melissa lets it go, knowing there’s no stopping this. Part of her feels guilty, knowing she’s the reason that you felt they could hate you, that they wouldn’t be happy to see you. All she ever told them was you had a mutual falling out, never that it was her fault, especially not that it was yours.

Pulling up in front of the house, Melissa’s fingers tighten around yours. Looking up at her, you see the silent question in her eyes, giving her a nod that tells her you’re fine. To prove yourself, you hop out of the car to jog to her side, opening the door for her with a grin. Shaking her head with a half-hidden smile on her lips, she takes your offered hand and pulls you into her, walking with you to the door.

No knocking required, Melissa steps in first, only letting go of your hand for a brief moment to shrug off your jackets before her hand is back in yours. Chattering in the kitchen leads you to where everyone stands or sits, sipping on beers and white wine. Clearing her throat, Melissa gets the attention of the room. Silence fills the previously loud air.

“Yooooo!” You hear someone yell, a voice that you recognize all too well. Without a moment’s notice, you’re immediately tackled, hand being ripped from Melissa’s. You hug the person back, still trying to figure out exactly who it is, but the exaggerated leaning side-to-side gives you everything. Little John Anthony isn’t so little anymore, not that he ever really was.

Feeling another body against you, one arm reaches behind to give some level of contact as acknowledgement. Slowly people let go of you while others come in, and all you can feel is glad that everything is so busy, no one will see the happy tears forming in your eyes. Annette’s noodle arms let go of you, moving as she feels a tap on her back. When she moves, Melissa’s mother stands before you.

“Finally,” she says, cradling your face in her soft hands, “I knew you’d be back.” Patting your cheek, she finally moves out of the way for others to get a hold of you. Melissa can barely see you most of the night, but the warmth in her chest grows every time she sees you talking with someone new, hugging someone else as you talk. Kristin Marie hides her excitement well, but not well enough, though you let her get away with hugging you tightly without saying anything about it.

By dinner time, everyone’s been reacquainted with your presence, and Melissa can finally get her hands on you again. Scooching her chair closer, she mumbles in your ear while the conversation carries around the table.

“Told you, nothing to worry about,” her hand squeezes your thigh reassuringly.

“I missed them,” you say, running your fingers up and down her arm, “I missed this.”

Family dinner ends the way it always does, with everyone talking in the living room, sipping coffee or the remainder of their drinks. You take your place next to Melissa on the couch, leaning your head on her shoulder as she talks to Toni about something you can’t remember. You haven’t felt this at peace in so long, you missed your family. Annette and Vinny fighting, music playing from the TV, chattering around you in a mix of Italian and English, it’s comforting.

Looking up from your perch on her shoulder, you keep your eyes on Melissa. Watching her hands move as she speaks, how happy she looks, how beautiful she is. Turning slightly to put her glass on the table, she catches your gaze, the corners of her lips going up as she catches the lovesick look on your face. Fully knowing she’s being watched, fully feeling the warmth in her cheeks, she leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips. Careful to not linger long, she pulls away and goes back to her conversation with her sister.

No more hiding.

—☽—

“Am I buying groceries for two people or three this week?” You ask as you walk into the kitchen, fidgeting with the pen in your hand,

“Mmm… Jacob mentioned maybe stopping by tomorrow night, so probably three,” Melissa answers, looking through the pantry, “and we need potatoes, I forgot to write that down.”

“Red ones?” You joke, coming up behind her to press your lips to the junction of her neck. Leaning her head back onto your shoulder, she lets you continue your path up her neck to her jaw, nipping at her ear. “I gotta get going before they close,” Melissa whines at the loss of contact, “I’ll be quick, might not even pay.”

She chuckles warmly, scrunching her nose, “right, sure you won’t, goodie-two-shoes.”

Pulling away, you jot down russets and give her another kiss, this one to her lips. “I love you,” you mumble as you part, “see you in a bit.”

The moment the front door shuts, the once cozy and nonchalant Melissa is replaced by a frenzied and excited one. Flying around the house, she begins to put her plan in place. Tealights are placed everywhere, the lighter checked for fuel, the small box from under her socks now buried in her pocket, she just had to open the bottle of Angel’s Envy. It took an embarrassing number of different liquor stores to find, but that was months ago, and this is now.

Melissa lights the last candle just as she hears your car door slam shut, then the trunk. Staying out of direct view, she watches you come in the door, looking at your feet as you walk. You’re in your own little world, completely walking through to the kitchen, dropping the bags off. Making your way into the living room, you almost drop the bouquet in your hands.

Candles all around the room, music playing softly from the record player, Melissa wearing your sweater. Your jaw drops, eyes wide as you stare at the redhead, utterly bewildered. She takes the chance to step a little closer, watery smile stretching across her face as you shakily hold out red chrysanthemums. Taking them carefully, she sets them on the table, grabbing your hand to pull you with her. Soft eyes watch her every movement, letting her move you around until you’re where she wants you.

“I love you,” Melissa says quietly, shifting from the couch to the floor, “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and I haven’t stopped once. Even when I didn’t know, I loved you. When I wouldn’t listen to my own brain, I loved you. When I thought I couldn’t, I loved you.”

“Mel…” Your voice comes out cracked, a wobbly lip stuck between smiling and sobbing.

“Let me finish, baby,” she says softly, stroking the hand she holds in her own, “you are everything to me, and it took me too long to figure that out. But now, I’m not taking a single thing for granted, not you, never you.” Melissa reaches into her back pocket, pulling out a small, emerald box, “I wish I could’ve had you my whole life, but all I can ask you for is the rest of it.”

Tears spill down your cheeks at her words, fingers clinging to her hand like a life source. You so badly want to reach out, cup her face, and kiss her, her words playing the strings of your heart, but you refrain. Too much restraint goes into not pouncing on her the second she pulled out the ring box, your lips practically begging to be on hers already. You can’t help the frown on your face when Melissa’s hand leaves you, properly holding the ring to present it to you.

“Will you marry me?” The smile on her lips only grows as she asks, knowing what you’ll say just based on the look you give her.

What she doesn’t account for was that all your restraint would break, and she’s knocked to the floor as you pepper her face with kisses, lips smacking against her skin. Moving from her forehead, to her cheeks, and finally, to her lips. All love, all want, all devotion, all you.

“Yes, yes,” you answer quickly, lips barely parting from hers, “God, I love you. I love you so much.”

Chuckling at your overexcited babbling, she manages to sit you both up, keeping you in her lap. A warm hand pulls your left hand from her face, sliding the ring on without taking her eyes off of you. Your hand immediately goes back to her face, pulling her into your kiss once more.

Morning back pain be damned, neither of you leave the floor of the living room the rest of the night. Waking up with your heart beating under her ear is all the consolation she needs, your newly ringed hand in hers.

At the next family dinner, all the cousins take one peek at your hand, eyes widening. Melissa and you both brace for shouting and to be lifted in the air by one of her brothers, but you were wrong. Maria Christina groans as she passes a twenty over to Seamus, who was getting handed money by at least four other people. He peeks up to see a very shocked you and Melissa.

“What? We all saw it coming, I just picked the right week. Ma said tomorrow.”

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gucciforasushirestaurant · 4 months

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Jellybean

summary: you are very pregnant and harry can't go a day without quality bump time.

word count: 1067

read time: 5 min

content warning ⚠️: pregnancy, fluffy fluff fluff

a/n: my brain is such an odd place. i saw this tik tok and my brain instantly came up with this haha because...harold absolutely would lol. Enjoy!

You’d been rolling around on your California king mattress for the better half of two hours now. You’ve rolled from your side to Harry’s rearranging the expensive pregnancy pillow that Harry had gotten you the day you found out you were pregnant, and still nothing seemed to get you comfortable.

Part of it was your bundle of joy, nestled warmly in your womb having a block party for one. But mainly you were just frustrated, and on top of that sleep deprived and, so heavily pregnant. You were about ready to pop any second, and yet your lovely, attentive husband was on the other side of the world, working. And worse of all, you hadn’t spoken to him all day, besides your daily “Good Morning, Lovie” text. In all your time together with Harry, it never bothered you. The traveling, or the fact that you’d go all day without hearing from him. He was a busy man, and a hard worker, it’s part of the reason you fell so hard for him, and married him.

But with the pregnancy hormones, and the fact that the princess treatment that you’d become accustomed to getting from your doting husband over the last few months has been missing in his absence the last few days, it was taking a bit of a toll on you.

So when your phone buzzed later that night with a text from Harry you couldn’t help the happy and frustrated tears that welled up in your eyes. And when you saw that adorable contact photo of him pop up on your screen with an incoming call, well you started bawling. You answer the phone and instantly your bad mood dissipates when you hear the smooth honey sound of Harry’s drowsy bedtime voice.

“Hey, Lovie.” Harry coos into the phone.

“Hey, you” you sigh, trying your best to put on a smile, but you’re not very convincing. It only makes Harry crack a smile. He hates how uncomfortable you’ve been the last months, but he can practically hear your adorable pout through the phone and it makes his heart go all fuzzy.

“How long have you been trying to sleep?”

“Hours!” you whine, slightly dramatic, “They really are your kid, you know? Just bouncing off the walls, when all I want to do is sleep.” You grumble and can hear him chuckle over the phone. “Harry, I’m serious! I feel like I haven't slept in days. If they’re not tap dancing on my bladder, they’re doing somersaults off my ribs.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t mean to laugh. I’m sorry you're uncomfortable, and I hate not being there to help. Do you have the pillow? Is it helping any?”

“Yeah, but everytime I think I’m comfortable, Jellybean has other plans.” you chuckle slightly, taking a breath and looking down at your bump, bottom lip going wobbly, “I just want him here, already.” You sigh, whipping a tear that slipped despite your best efforts. “And you, too. I missed you today.”

Hearing your voice crack with sadness, it was like something grabbed at his heart and twisted it. He hated, despised, being away from you. Especially now that you were so close to welcoming your first baby. But it was ‘unavoidable’ according to everyone he spoke to while he tried to keep the meetings to Zoom. So there he was, halfway across the world while his beautiful, very pregnant, and sleep deprived wife cried to him over the phone. He felt like the world's worst husband, and he hated it.

But he had to remind himself that you and your baby on the way were what he was doing all the work for in the first place. And in nearly 24 hours, he’ll be right back in your arms, cradling your bump and kissing your plump cheeks.

“Aww, baby I missed you too. But just think, this time tomorrow I’ll be right there with you. And we’ll be holding our Jellybean in just a few more weeks, yeah?” he lulled.

“I know…but you know how impatient I am.” you laugh, and he does too.

“Oh, trust me I do.” he chuckles, remembering all the subtle ‘hints’ you dropped in the years leading up to your engagement. He takes a moment and remembers that there is one person he hasn’t spoken to since he went out of town, “Do me a favor, Lovie?”

“Yeah?”

“Put me on speaker, and put me next to your belly. I wanna talk to Jellybean. Set ‘em straight so mama can get some rest.” you laugh loudly into the phone and he smiles, “I’m serious, let me speak to ‘em. They listen to me.” You can’t help but smile, because it’s very true. Your bundle of joy hasn’t even arrived yet, and it seemed the two had already formed a little alliance between them.

“Alright,” you sigh before hitting the speaker button, “there, you're on speaker.”

“Okay put me on your belly.”

“Done.” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“Hey, Jellybean,” Harry coos, and your heart warms at the sound. Your eyes begin to water when you feel your baby, seemingly to respond to his voice. “Your mama told me you're giving her a hard time. I thought we talked about this before I left, hm? It’s late and you both need to sleep. Okay?” Harry stops talking for a second, as if he can hear the little kicks to the speaker. “I know, you want out, but you’ve got a few more weeks. We are as excited as you are. But your mama is too pretty and needs her beauty rest, so let her sleep, and you rest too, okay bubs?” He hears you laugh, and he feels better knowing that even though you're so uncomfortable he’s able to put a smile on your face. “Now hand the phone back to your mother.”

“Thank you for that,” you chuckle, “They’ve actually calmed down a bit. May actually get a few hours in.”

“That’s good. Told you, they listen to me.”

“Yeah, something tells me that that’s going to be an issue when they’re here.” you laugh running a hand over your bump. “Just gonna be you two ganging up on me.”

“Maybe.” he chuckles, “Well, I’ll let you sleep while you can, alright?”

“Okay. I’ll try. I love you.” you yawn, already feeling sleep creep up on you.

“Love you too baby. Goodnight.”

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blackhairedjjun · 6 months

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let me care for you - k.th

pairing: kang taehyun x gn reader | genre / tropes: fluff, comfort, sick fic, confession, tyun taking care of reader | word count: 723 | warnings: getting sick, food, medicine mentions

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompt - BEDSIDE: while sitting by the sick/injured/unconscious receiver’s bedside, sender reveals that they’re in love with them, unaware that the receiver is able to hear this revelation. (requested by @ur-mother-realnotclickbait)

author's notes: hi riel! this was such a fluffy and sweet prompt, and i totally see taehyun as an acts of service guy so this was lovely to write <3 i hope you enjoy!

actions always speak louder than words when it comes to taehyun, your best friend.

not that taehyun’s words are meaningless. for example, when you texted him in the middle of the night that you were feeling awfully sick, he sent only a single message: i’m so sorry, i’ll be right there soon to check on you. but the buzzing of your doorbell twenty minutes later speaks volumes, especially when you find taehyun standing on the other side of the door, a bag full of groceries and drugstore goods in his arms.

“it’s 2am...” you barely manage to get the words out. even speaking is exhausting.

he sets the bag down and pulls you toward him by the shoulders, his hand coming up to your forehead. his eyebrows knit the moment he feels you burning. “your fever is really high... you should lie down. i’ll take care of everything.”

“taehyunie, you...”

his hand traces the outline of your face before letting you go. “get some rest, let me help you.”

he helps you back to your bed, one arm around your waist to keep you steady, then leaves the bedroom door ajar as he busies himself in the kitchen so that you can hear him. he prepares hot soup and fills a jug of water, and sets aside your medicines and a roll of bread. your senses are so stuffed that you can barely smell the chicken and ginger wafting over, nor hear the clinking of glasses and spoons. but your apartment feels warm, not from your fever but from the presence of your best friend, and it isn’t long until your consciousness starts to drift.

what you don’t see is the worry creased in taehyun’s forehead as he lets the soup simmer. he understands that you aren’t seriously ill and that your bug will clear out in a few days. still, he can’t help but feel a little sting in his heart when he recalls the heat radiating off your skin or the sunken circles under your eyes. already he misses the brightness in your eyes and the sound of your laughter, and he wants to be part of making you feel better again.

you almost don’t hear him as he enters your bedroom and sets down the tray of soup, water, and medicines on your bedside table. meanwhile you’re caught between wakefulness and sleep, your eyes closed and one arm dangling over the edge of the bed. he sits on this edge, placing your hand in his lap. your skin is still hot while he cradles your hand in his.

“you’ll get better soon,” he murmurs to himself.

silence follows, and your breathing begins to slow. taehyun still holds your hand in his like a fragile gift. he remembers the confession he planned - a confession weeks in the making, yet every time he found the opportunity to say it his throat went dry. but in the middle of the night with you in sleep, courage finds him.

“i probably shouldn’t say this right now... but when you get better, i want to keep taking care of you like this.” he intertwines his fingers with yours. “i want to cook for you and go on those arcade games that you love, and make you happy again. you’re my best friend, but the truth is i want to care for you more... more than what a friend does. i love you, y/n. just let me show my love, please...”

he doesn’t expect the gentle squeeze of your hand in his. his eyes widen in shock, the realization hitting that you probably heard his first draft of a confession. but his fears subside just as quickly when he feels your thumb caressing the back of his hand, and your body shifting closer to him.

your eyes are still closed and you’re too tired to speak, but even your illness can’t stop the smile that spreads across your cheeks. you let out a satisfied hum and squeeze his hand again.

“mmm...”

with his free hand, taehyun brushes away the hair on your face. your smile widens even further. he opens his mouth to say more but instead opts to sit in the silence to let you rest. he can talk about how much he loves you when you feel better; for now he’ll show you.

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pantherxrogers · 4 months

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Pookie since you’ve made a sugar daddy Yunho version, might as well do a Seonghwa. Plss pookie 😩😩 I’m on my knees. 💵💵💳💳I’m begging youu

blurb: sugar daddy!Seonghwa x fem!reader

🖤 pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader

🖤 warnings: slight angsty, reader is kinda bratty, mostly fluffy/cute, a little suggestive

🖤 summary: even though she failed her driver's license exam, Seonghwa can't help but spoil his wife 🤭

🖤 a/n: POOKIE!!!! I’m so sorry that this took so long 😭 it’s been a busy week for me. I hope you love it! Thanks for your request! 😘

Seonghwa gives husband material, so he's a sugar husband lmao. Enjoy!! ☺️

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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

The soft chime of the alarm system makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You nestle further into the duvet, ashamed to face Seonghwa.

But, of course, your husband already knows. His heart aches when he sees you, a ball under the covers, used tissues littered across the silk sheets.

"Hi jagi, you okay?" He hums, sitting next to your swaddled form.

"I am an idiot." It comes out muffled, your face buried in the bedding. The rational part of you knows he'd never be upset with you, but you can't help feeling ashamed.

"You're the smartest person I know," he coos, slowly pulling the covers away from your face. His heart shatters when he takes in your features.

Your eyelids are slightly puffy, obviously caused by tears. Your lively curls are smushed down, a blatant sign that you've been in here for hours, stewing in your despair.

"I'm an adult who failed a driver's license exam," you cry out, feeling the tears well up again.

"You're my sweetheart who failed a very difficult driving exam in a foreign country," he tries to reason with you, wanting to take away your sadness.

“I’m never going to be able to drive anywhere,” you sob, nestling further into Seonghwa’s warmth. He pulls you into his lap, his suit be damned.

He almost chuckles to himself, knowing that you won’t be driving anywhere regardless. Your personal driver takes you wherever you please, but he knows how important this is to you. So, it’s important to him too.

The only sound in the bedroom are your soft cries and sniffles. Seonghwa’s hands draw slow circles on your back, doing his best to comfort you. Of course it’s working.

He’s always had a naturally calming energy. It’s what drew you to him in the first place. Eventually, your breaths level out, chest rising and falling in time with his firm one.

“I've got an idea,” he murmurs, standing up while cradling you in his arms.

“Hwa, I don't feel like shopping right now,” you cry out, hiding your face in his neck. Inhaling his cologne is almost like a grounding exercise. The woody, clean scent brings you comfort.

“I know, baby. I know.” He’s walking you down the hallway now, towards the front door of your estate.

"Then, where are you going?" you mumble, not in the mood to fully articulate anything. Normally, shopping would be a quick fix, but not even a new pair of shoes can help you now.

He ignores your question, still making the long journey towards the front door. Finally, arriving at the bottom of the marble staircase, his heart leaps in anticipation of the surprise. He's sure this will be able to pull you out of your funk.

“Fine, ignore me then,” you grumble, but sink further into his hold. It’s nice to have a change of scenery, even if he is just walking you through your home.

“You smell good, jagi,” he hums, making a show of sniffing your neck, inciting your giggles. “Maybe I should just take you back to the bedroom,” he grunts.

“Well, now I want to know what you were planning!” You huff, knowing he’s joking but also wanting to see this surprise. He chuckles in response, finally reaching the front door handle.

Once outside, Seonghwa gently places you on your feet, your Versace slippers protecting you from the hot stone. “I can’t see,” you whine out, already feeling agitated from the heat.

Seonghwa instinctively raises his hand above your brow, shielding you from the sunlight. The simple gesture warms your heart, prompting you to place a kiss on his shoulder.

It takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the bright day light, but Seonghwa’s makeshift shade speeds up to process.

He falters when you let out a high pitched shriek, chasing after your smaller form running towards the new car in your driveway.

“You got me a PORSCHE 911?!” You exclaim, eyes locked on the smooth, red paint. It’s the car of your dreams. Sporty, sexy, sleek and perfect.

“Anything for you, jagi,” he hums, pleased by your reaction.

“Hwa, it’s beautiful!” Your voice is still louder than normal, but you can’t help it.

The bad mood from the failed test is a distant memory. Your mind conjures up images of driving around in the car, curls blowing in the wind while Seonghwa’s hand rests on your thigh.

Warm, strong arms embrace you from behind, Seonghwa nestling into your neck to place a soft kiss.

"I'm glad you like it, beautiful," he murmurs, inhaling your scent. His nose traces along your neck, the light sensation causing goosebumps to arise on your skin.

"I love it," you breathe out, overwhelmed by the feel of him. The way his lean body shields you from the sun, wrapping you in his love makes your heart beat faster. The excitement from the new car is still there, but your mind clings to your love for your husband.

"Then, let's take it for a spin," he hums, reaching into his pocket for the keys. The reminder of your failure almost dampens your mood, before Seonghwa leads you over to the driver's seat. "No pouting, jagi."

"But-"

"Get in, please," he commands, opening the door for you. "I'll make sure you pass that test."

He closes the door softly, walking around to take his place in the passenger seat. When you start up the car, you feel a warm hand on your thigh, making you smile to yourself.

Maybe you won't be sailing down the streets with the top down today, but you're certain your husband is going to help you accomplish that soon.

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lovequartz · 6 months

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where our fingers meet.

✵ pairing: town doctor!wonwoo x fiancee!reader

✵ genre: fluff!

✵ warnings: none

✵ word count: 701

✵ crush me in your arms give me a lovelier kiss, lover

✵ notes: yeah i am back with more of this couple <3 i literally cannot stop writing for them

the week before the wedding is stressful, and not for you but for your mother and sister. you are still trapped in somewhat of a daze, you can’t believe you’re getting married let alone who you’re getting married to. your sweet sweet wonwoo, you’re sure you must’ve dreamed him up for it is madness that a man so perfect exists. in thinking of your wonderful fiance you’re awash with a sense of longing that sits heavy in your chest.

it’s been a little less than a week since you’ve seen him, due to all the planning madness your mother and sister have swept you up into. not to mention the fact that wonwoo had left town for a stretch to visit his parents and travel back with them so they could attend the ceremony. you wish you could’ve gone with him, to have a bit of privacy between the two of you before you were to become spouses.

silas has been lovely as he usually is, but you suspect that he’s coming to understand that you won’t always be with him so he has been making sure to take up as much of your attention as he can. which is why he currently lays sprawled across your lap while he doodles on the edges of his math notebook, and the accompanying math textbook sits abandoned across the room near your bed.

you run your fingers through his hair for a few passes, “i thought you promised your mother that you would have a page done by bedtime?”

silas hums, you feel it against your thighs where his upper body is positioned, and he puts his pencil down and lays his head against his open notebook, “too sleepy,” he murmurs.

your hand moves from his hair to rub his back gently, it was just about his bedtime so the sleepiness was understandable. you leave him be and when you’re certain he’s asleep is when you tuck him into your futon, making sure the blanket covers him. gathering his things, you stack them neatly into a pile and set them near the door.

as your nephew sleeps you busy yourself with getting ready for bed yourself, changing your day dress with your sleep gown, and running a comb through your hair.

a few minutes into brushing you hear a faint knocking at your window, its seems too quiet to be actual knocking but doesn’t quite sound like the branches that sometimes scratch at it. you slowly make your way over, and try to peer out the spaces in the slats. after not really seeing anything, you carefully slide the window open just a crack and the sight you’re met with makes you gasp.

“wonwoo?” you say in disbelief, staring wide eyed at your fiance that stands just outside.

he gives you a shy smile, and rubs his hands together nervously, “sorry for the abrupt and unannounced visit.”

you shake your head, still dizzy with disbelief. “what are you doing here?”

“i wanted to,” he pauses as if embarrassed by his actions, and you notice how red his ears are, “see you.”

your face heats up at his admission, and you stare silently at him for a few moments before telling him to stay put. assuring him that you would be right there.

you grab a shawl from your closet and throw it over your shoulders before quietly making your way out of your bedroom and out of the house. your slippers kick up loose rocks as you hurriedly round the corner to where your fiance waits.

he smiles when he sees you, holding out a hand that you take as soon as you’re close enough. both your fingers weaving together seamlessly.

“is everything okay?” you ask breathlessly, still a bit worried over this unannounced middle of the night appearance.

his free hand comes up to cradle your cheek, and you melt as his thumb brushes across your skin. “everything is fine,” he replies, “i fear that a week without you is far too long for me to bear.”

“wonwoo…” you mumbled, flustered over his words, “you could’ve called.”

he shakes his head with a grin, “and miss this lovely sight before me? never.”

notes: okay my lovelies thank you as always for reading and there will most likely be more of this couple from me! let me know what you thought <3

#wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #bee.pollen #fic.

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midnightcrw · 11 months

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So what if daisy is 5 years old and gets a little brother

Sibling

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Summary: Daisy gets a little brother

a/n: I'm genuinely sorry that it took me so long to write this. I had to finish some exams, and this is really not the best story I've written, it's also very short. I'm really sorry

"Can I hold him?" Your five-year-old daughter, Daisy, asks with a mixture of curiosity and tenderness, her arms outstretched towards her baby brother. It had been a week since Joseph's arrival, and Daisy, who initially seemed hesitant to embrace her new sibling, surprised you with this sudden request.

"Of course, you can hold him," you reassure her, a warm smile playing on your lips. Daisy takes a seat between you and Simon, though her eyes weren't filled with her usual anticipation. With careful guidance, you place Joseph into her small arms, offering gentle instructions on how to cradle him.

As Daisy holds her baby brother, a profound silence descends upon the room. Not a single word escapes her lips as she gazes down at the peaceful slumber of the little one in her embrace. Simon, uncertain if Daisy can manage, tenderly places a hand on the baby's back.

"What is it, princess?" Simon queries in a hushed tone, keenly observing his daughter. Daisy's behavior had been peculiar since Joseph's birth, avoiding him at all costs. Simon senses that something is amiss.

After a few moments of poignant silence, Daisy speaks quietly, "Won't you love me anymore?" The question catches both of you off guard. Tears well up in Daisy's eyes as she looks at her brother's serene face.

It was obvious that Daisy had stressed herself too much into thinking that the both of you wouldn't give her any attention due to being busy with Joseph.

She had been so excited while you had been pregnant, but the moment on he was born, Daisy had quietened down.

Without exchanging words, you and Simon share a fleeting glance. You carefully lift Joseph into your arms, while Simon gently moves strands of Daisy's hair away from her face, encouraging her to look at him. "We'll always love you. We both love the two of you so much. Nothing will ever change that, princess," Simon reassures, his words tinged with a touch of sadness.

Feeling a pang of guilt for not noticing Daisy's need for reassurance earlier, Simon's attempt to continue speaking is interrupted as Daisy throws herself into his arms. A couple of tears stream down her little face, and Simon wipes them away with his thumb, providing the comfort she sought but hadn't received amidst the busyness of caring for your son.

Minutes pass, and Daisy, now calmer, seamlessly shifts gears. "Can I play with Joseph?" she asks, her innocence and eagerness shining through. You smile softly, explaining that it will take some time since Joseph needs to grow before they can play together. Undeterred, Daisy leans against you, holding Joseph's tiny, chubby hand.

Simon feels overwhelmed, not in a burdensome way, but with a sweet, encompassing warmth. Reflecting on a conversation from the past, he recalls telling Daisy about his nephew without delving into the painful details. To his surprise, while contemplating names for your son, Daisy spontaneously suggested the name Joseph.

Initially uncertain about naming his son after his nephew, Simon found solace in the idea as Daisy, during your pregnancy, would lovingly touch your belly, referring to the baby as Joseph. From that moment, he knew your son had to be named Joseph.

The scene of you, Daisy, and Joseph cuddled up together warms Simon's heart. In this simple tableau of familial love, he realizes that this, above all else, is all he ever needed.

#cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #ghost x y/n #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley oneshot

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asilentsongbird · 1 year

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Yandere men the first time you return their affections

Characters: Xiao, Diluc, Zhongli, Ayato, Childe

TW: mentions of sex, captivity, general yandere content, isolation and manipulation, drugs with Childe

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Diluc

Oh Diluc would be a mess. The first time you hand brushes his cheek? He completely freezes, standing stiff as a board and wondering if it actually happened.

He'd blush, turning his gaze away even as he steps closer to you. You thought his clinginess was bad before? It's worse now.

He's a starving man who's been given just a sip of water

Now he wants the rest. He almost needs to have your loving touch

And he'll do anything to get it

Xiao

Doesn't react, doesn't even seem to notice. You get a blink, maybe. But other than that he doesn't react.

He will admit the hug feels nice but he doesn't get human interaction. He's seen other humans hug, but he's never had one.

It's not like he left you alone for long! What's a few weeks in the span of a lifetime. You have everything you need in the teapot.

When you finally pull back, not completely letting him go, you see the lightest blush in his cheeks, spreading to the tips of his ears.

Doesn't understand it, but definitely wants another one once he has time to process.

Also will not hesitate to leave you alone for a couple more weeks in the hopes that you might give him another hug.

Zhongli

Oh boy.

It's in your contract to be affectionate. As husband and wife would be. But willingly? You've always kept that from him.

His breath hitches the first time you willingly lean against him or cuddle him.

He's like someone who has a cat unexpectedly sit on them. Nope. Sorry. Can't do his archon duties today. He can't move.

But then his arm is around your waist and something breaks in you, a little bit of that iron will that attracted the archon of stone to you in the first place.

It's fine. Don't think about that right now. His hand is so warm and soft, rubbing up and down your back.

After all, you have a contract for eternity. And Zhongli is nothing but patient waiting for you to break down even more.

Ayato

This prideful man. Absolutely no shame in him.

Becoming the mistress to the Kamisato clan was already hard for you. Ayato tried to make it better, but he was busy. There's a lot of work to be done.

He often works late, and by extension so do you. He doesn't want to put a lot of work on you, but it's healthy to share the burden, isn't it?

He doesn't realize how late it is until your head falls against his shoulder, breathing soft and even. Ayato freezes, glancing at the clock from the corner of his eye. It is rather late.

You hardly shift as he picks you up, cradling you in his arms. A small murmur leaves your lips, gentle and soft.

Your eyes barely open through the haze of sleep. Ayato nuzzles your head, and without thinking of the consequences you lean into the touch, nuzzling back and burying your face into the crook of his neck. You're asleep before you can think about it.

Ayato almost preens. He's waited too long for you to return his affections. You've opened a door you can't close.

Give this man an inch and he'll take several. Or rather you will later.

Childe

Childe just has one thought the first time you touch him

Finally

It took long enough for it to kick in. He'll have to up the dose next time, but for now your movements are uncoordinated and sloppy

But that just makes you cute. The glazed over eyes are so cute. You really are perfect.

Sure, he likes it when you fight back, but sometimes he'd also like you to want to touch him.

Or to get down on your knees for him. After all, he provides and protects you, the least you could do was worship him a bit.

He should have done this ages ago.

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #diluc x reader #yandere xiao #yandere diluc #zhongli x reader #yandere zhongli #yandere ayato #ayato x reader #yandere childe #childe x reader #xiao #diluc #childe #Zhongli #ayato

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wave2tyun · 8 months

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pillow talk

pairing: taehyun x reader

genre: suggestive?? it's nothing explicit but i wouldn't call it fluff either cause it's just a makeout sbdsbshd

summary: more taehyun brainrot (i'm insane.)

warnings: none<3

word count: 0.6k

a/n: here it is, just as promised!!!!😼😼💖 sorry if it seems like i've been spamming lately- i'm gonna go back to uni in less than a week so i'm kinda trying to make the most out of my free time until then sadbahjb cause i don't know how active i'll be after that :( also this is completely off topic but i JUST found out the game burger shop 3 has been released.........it's downloading right as i'm typing this.....guess i might be busy over the next few hours

his hands were all over you- coming from cradling your hips to stroking down the skin of your thighs, gently gripping the muscle as he further immersed himself in the feeling of your lips on his. he couldn’t get enough of it- having you tangled up in his sheets every night, with no other priority on his mind besides losing yourself in your warm embrace.

parting slightly, you lingered with your lips hanging open, still touching against his, yet not returning to closing the space.

“wanna go slow?”

taehyun’s eyes were still closed as he heavily exhaled, answering you.

“don’t be a tease, sweetheart”

but he waited patiently, caressing the curves of your hips, hair already a ruffled mess. your fingertips traced the outline of his lips slowly, in an almost tantalizing manner.

switching to lean in closer, you pressed a peck so quick it could barely be called a kiss before you nibbled on his lower lip, provoking him further with your tongue as you lightly brushed it over his lips, yet not turning to do anything more.

“just kiss me” he groaned, at which you let out a small laugh.

taehyun felt his cheeks go red, it wasn’t usual for him to act with such transparent greed. his desire was beginning to feel insatiable- it was a struggle to contain it.

“you’re too impatient-” you began to mutter, but taehyun reconnected his lips with yours, kissing you right through your words.

that tenderness of yours- it was such sweet agony feeling you touch him so slow, teasing the fiery longing burning within him. who would have thought that a mere two centimeters could be so maddening?

now that he had convinced you to give in again, he cupped your face, holding you close. his lips moved against yours in a slower rhythm than before, taking his time to feel you, to pleasure you, careful so that you wouldn’t pull away again and leave him hot and heavy chasing after you. he turned further into a mess the more you bit his lips, the more your tongue glided past his, the more he felt the heat of your mouth.

out of breath, you pressed your forehead to his for a few moments before moving to graze his jawline with your lips. you dipped your head down to reach his neck, all while your left hand caressed the skin along his nape, switching between lightly scratching with your nails against his scalp, and tugging at his hair.

the more you nipped at his neck, the more he felt himself becoming slightly feverish; low hums and soft praises escaping whenever you took your time biting down a certain spot.

“fuck- do that again” the words escaped in a mellow tone.

“do you like it?” you asked teasingly, pausing your movements.

“don’t stop” he pleaded urgently. it’s not just that he wanted more- he needed more. he needed to feel you closer, to feel the heat from your lips completely coating his body, settling and nibbling on his bare skin.

“keep going, baby” he urged you on.

his chest heaved underneath you, and you could feel his heart thump in expectation. he couldn’t just stay still, his fingers were brushing over the expanse of your back, roaming around your shoulder blades then down your spine, and coming to settle on your waist underneath your shirt. in a mixture of desire and anticipation, he threw his hair back, releasing a soft sigh- no matter how much your lips brushed over his, no matter how many times you explored his body, he could never cease craving more of your touch.

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saleeba · 1 year

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silk sheets, silver tongue ; jude bellingham 🍓

summary ♡ jude can never resist you when you’re looking so pretty in a sundress.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+ (minors dni), smut, established relationship, p in v, praise, dirty talk, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, missionary, protected sex, no specific power play but maybeee a bit of dom!jude, porn with a poor attempt at plot, getting fucked in a sundress yessirrrr

a/n ♡ aaaaa this is my very first piece of writing on here!! >.< and trust it to be a smut lmaoo i might be speaking into the abyss here but i hope u guys enjoy tho pls lmk if u have any feedback <33

when jude proposes a holiday to málaga during the mere two weeks he has off from training, there is no way you’re going to say no to him.

so right now, the two of you are side by side at the hotel’s pool, lounging under the warm spanish sun, grateful to finally spend time together after such a busy season. a blush pink sundress is wrapped around your body, letting the slight breeze blow around the hem as a shirtless jude lays to your left, skin glistening from his time in the pool.

“i’m so glad we could do this, you know,” jude declares, turning his body to face you before his hand comes in to rub at your thigh. the sting of cool golden rings bites at your sun-drenched skin. “i can’t tell you how long i’ve waited to have you all to myself.”

you bite your lip, struggling to hold in a bemused giggle as you turn your own self to face him. “yeah? well, you have me now,” jude’s hand shifts higher under your sundress at your words, fingers innocently massaging your upper thigh, the pads occasionally dipping into the inner skin. this leaves you more flustered than you would like to have admitted.

“all of me.” you breath out, moving into the warmth of his toned body and feeling like you’re falling into him.

he catches you with his lips on yours, the softness of which contrasts heavily with his strong grip on your body, arms now wrapped around your waist, pressing you to him. the feeling of both factors drives you dizzy, your selfish needs now taking over.

you press your mouth hungrily against jude’s, not caring about who sees the two of you as you hoist yourself up with both hands on his shoulders, legs parted on either side of his thighs, lips still greedy for his. with jude focused on cradling you in his arms, pushing you onto his torso with one hand at your waist and the other behind your neck, you begin to slowly rock your core against his pelvic bone.

jude lets a groan leave his mouth and flow into yours, the vibrations getting caught in your throat before seemingly traveling down to your core. your underwear grows wetter by the second at the sounds coming out of your boyfriend.

“oh god, babe…” jude tilts his head back, your mouths finally drifting apart and making room for his breathing to get shallower. you immediately see the opportunity to peck and bite at his exposed throat, teeth sinking ever so slightly into the damp skin.

“b-babe, babe,” jude hurriedly says, gently pulling you off him by the shoulders. you immediately feel the reality of your environment settle in. oh my god, you think, how many parents, kids and families did you force to witness all that?

“i’m sorry…” you remove yourself entirely from jude’s embrace, embarrassment heating up your cheeks. “got a bit carried away.” you fiddle with your fingers, mentally scolding yourself for being so promiscuous in public.

jude shoots up from the sun lounger that the pair of you were previously situated on, taking your hand in one of his and squeezing your waist with other before he sincerely says, “hey, i just didn’t want them to see all this, they would’ve been too jealous over what’s about to go down.”

he pauses for a second, eyebrows knitted playfully. “or maybe i would’ve been too jealous of them seeing you like that.” he gives you a purposeful wink to which you return with an equally playful roll of your eyes and an amused smirk on your face.

“come on, baby,” jude pulls you along with him, the two of you exiting the communal pool and heading towards the hotel’s back entrance. “you’ve gotten me way too hard for us to not do something about it.”

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the journey back up to your plush hotel suite is an agonisingly slothful one - although you guys have opted for the lift, it is on the 19th floor after all. jude’s quiet c’mon c’mons and constant pressing of your floor number has you laughing, not wanting to bring up the fact that the ache between your legs was growing in case it caused him to nearly break the damn button.

once the relieving ping of the lift sounds, signalling that you’d reached your destination, jude is quick to grab you by the hand and lead you to your room. no words are spoken between there and the door to your suite but the both of you know what to expect.

once the door is swung open (then shut) and before you can even utter a syllable, jude near throws you onto the bed. the coolness of the beige silky sheets catches you this time, mattress bouncing with the force that you’d been placed on the bed with. jude hastily presses his lips to yours in a desperate attempt to feel any inch of you on him, before parting your legs at the knees and pushing them back slightly, causing you to wrap them around his waist.

you both continue to kiss each other, mouths moving to a self-appointed rhythm, each of you letting out whines and groans that only spurs the other on.

jude pulls away from the sweet sensation of your lips, albeit reluctantly, but finds a compromise in boring his eyes into yours, face still barely an inch away from yours. his gaze is drawn to how swollen and kissed-out your lips look.

“let me make you feel good tonight, baby, okay?” he somewhat asks, somewhat demands, progressively running his hand up your thigh to your underwear and letting his fingers linger on the fabric. he steadies himself by touching his forehead to yours, eyes still staring into yours.

you gulp and give him a quick yet honest nod to which he replies with a deep kiss, thumb suddenly pressing onto your clit. his mouth is muffling all the mewls that are leaving your throat, your legs still wrapped around his bare waist and threatening to wrap tighter.

jude buries his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at it with his teeth and soothing it over with his tongue and lips. it’s your head that’s tilted back now, left to his mercy only.

“gonna make you feel so good, darling,” jude whispers on the skin of your throat, pressing light kisses to the area as his thumb continues to keep rubbing against the fabric on your throbbing bud. “gonna give my girl what she deserves.”

your breathing starts to get heavier, anticipation now bubbling in the bottom of your abdomen and spreading to your core, the aches from earlier still resonating.

“p-please, jude,” he reaches the top of your cleavage when you pant this out, your pink sundress still covering all the parts of you that he desires most at this moment.

“be patient for me, baby,” he gently commands, fingers now hooking into the waistband of your panties before they’re pulled off in one swipe and tossed to some corner of the room. “fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, i swear down,” he groans upon briefly catching a glimpse of your wet pussy before it’s covered by your legs closing as he steps away from the bed for a second, eyes just drinking in your beautiful figure on the king-sized bed.

without a word, he takes you by the waist and pulls you closer to the end of the bed, your legs dangling off the edge and palms flat behind you to sit you up steadily. jude pushes the bottom of your sundress up and bunches it around your waist, now fully putting your lower abdomen and wet pussy on display for him.

he gets on his knees right in front of the bed, face level with your sopping hole. “there you are, darling, hmm?” he hums, the tiny distance between his lips and your cunt making the sound waves travel straight through you. “all wet and ready for me.”

your breathing gets more rapid, chest heaving at this point and you’re desperate, so desperate to feel his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his anything on your needy cunt.

“jude, please!”

your whining makes him lift his head from where your pussy is to where he can see the near torment painted on your gorgeous face. eyebrows furrowed, lips pouting. you looked like a dream and there was no way he could deny you now.

he suddenly yanks you towards him, hands hooking around your soft thighs until your bottom half is hanging off the bed, legs draped over his shoulders and onto his back. the action makes his mouth latch onto the tense bud that is your clit as a high pitched gasp slips past your lips.

jude gets to work on your pussy, mouth ardently lapping up every drop of wetness his touch and his words have created. the feeling of his lips wrapped around your clit has your back arching off the bed, core pressing right up against the prickly scruff on his chin. the added friction has your toes curling in bliss.

you moan his name, one, two, three times and it does nothing but egg him on some more, tongue now slipping between your soaked folds and poking at your hole. the heightened sensitivity has your hand grabbing at his curls, the sensation in turn making him groan against you, the tremors of which have you moaning louder for him.

the room is filled with the gruff noises jude is emitting as he devours your sopping cunt - nose deep in the fleshy contours - and the breathy cries of jude, oh god, jude and ah ah ah coming from your parted lips.

the sounds you make are becoming more frequent and desperate and your eyes are squeezed shut, unable to comprehend how good jude is making you feel with his mouth, all this indicating that the bubbling arousal in the bottom of your stomach is about to tip over. jude, all of a sudden, stops.

“wh-what…?” you blink your eyes open, almost on the verge of tears over your climax being so cruelly snatched away like that.

jude says nothing, only getting up off the floor before pulling his white shorts down and stepping out of the fabric pool they leave around his ankles. he has no underwear on so you see firsthand how raging hard his cock is.

“‘m sorry, baby, you taste so good but-” he taps his seeping red tip on your pussy, still slick from his spit and your juices, the fluids combining on his cock and pulling off in a connective string as he brings his fist over it, jerking himself off for a second or two.

to you, it feels like multiple minutes. minutes where jude is indulging himself after denying you such a satisfying orgasm. you would’ve scoffed at the way he grunts out your name as he touches himself if it wasn’t for how absurdly hot he looked and sounded.

“just didn’t want you to cum so soon, y-yeah? w-wanted you to, ah, cum around my cock.”

he grits his teeth, hissing when he makes contact with the red hot feel of your cunt on his cock, taking his time to ever so slightly dip into the soaked slit.

“fuck, jude, hurry up,” you whine as he does anything but give you what you want. he’s now toying with the dress still gathered around your waist.

“have i told you how fucking stunning you look in this dress?” he pointedly ignores what you have to say, eyes heavy with lust and fingers still playing with the soft cotton material. a stray finger or two strokes the sides of your waist and you feel like screaming in frustration.

“i’m not sure how much i appreciate that compliment when you’re about to rip it off me.” you assume jude was going to pull off and throw your dress in some far nook of the room just like he did with your underwear. your tone is snarky too, a bitterness you think jude deserves after acting like such a dick.

“nah ‘m gonna keep it on, wanna see how good you look while i fuck you in it,” he smirks, watching how you visually gulp and avoid eye contact with him. your cheeks are burning with a mixture of fluster and excitement. you watch him as he retrieves a condom packet from the bedside table, taking his sweet, sweet time to walk back to the bed’s edge where you were suffering, legs still wide apart for him.

“now, you gonna let me give that sweet pussy what it deserves, hm? gonna let me stretch it out and fill it up with my cock?” he says all this without taking an eye off you, rolling the condom on without even looking at it.

his lewd words have such a heavy effect on you, your cunt automatically getting wetter and clenching around empty space. you can’t think of wanting anything other than jude’s thick length stuffing your tight pussy, anything other than his lips on yours, his fingers rubbing at your swollen clit right now.

“yes, yes, please give it to me, jude,” you beg him now, all forms of shame leaving your body along with these words. “i need your cock filling my pussy up, please, it’s yours.” you rake your nails up and down his biceps in an attempt to soothe your neediness and to also hurry him up.

jude lets a moan out at what you’re saying to him, the way you’re desperately babbling making him even more unbelievably hard. giving up on the teasing and deciding to fulfil both your wishes, he pushes his cock past your spit and precum-drenched folds with a strangled groan.

the sound that comes out of you is nothing short of pornographic. and it drives jude crazy.

he immediately sets a deep and fast pace, big cock pummelling into dripping wet pussy, the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and the two lovers’ moans and groans mixing into the evening air.

“oh fuuuuck, y/n,” he can’t believe how good and tight and wet you feel around his hard length, your pussy only getting more soaked at his words. “it’s like you were made for this dick, baby. m-made for me, weren’t you?”

you plan to wrap your shaking legs around jude’s waist to bring him closer into you, needing every inch of his skin on yours, every inch of his cock inside you. but your boyfriend has other ideas. taking both legs onto his shoulders, he’s able to reach even deeper in your pussy as he strokes in and out of you, an unfathomable amount of dick now filling you up. you almost scream from the pleasure, nails now scratching at his thighs.

“s-so so good for me, baby, you’re doing so good, ah!” he struggles to get his words out, the tightness of your cunt on his cock having the same effect on his throat. he’s always been loud in the bedroom but tonight is showing a different side to him — his voice is more confident, unabashedly telling you how good he feels and how good you make him feel, and it makes you want to burn it onto a CD and play it on loop.

jude allows your legs to relax now, positioning them around his waist himself with you giving him a thankful stroke across his abs. the pace at which he fucks you gets faster, the straps of your sundress falling down your shoulder with the speed and exposing the top of your tits.

you’re scratching up jude’s back with the same ferocity he’s pounding your pussy, the pleasurable pain making the both of you nearly drool with how delicious it feels. the tight knot in your stomach threatens to come undone and you warn jude with an increase in the pitch of your moans.

“i’m so close, baby,” you mewl, gasping out for your boyfriend who captures your lips in a sweet kiss that differs so beautifully from the way he’s abusing your poor pussy. “please don’t stop, oh, jude, please cum with me.” you’re craving for release now but you only want to ride it out with him, any former feelings of selfishness being replaced with the desire you feel for your lover.

“i’m right there with you, angel, let go for me,” jude’s face is hovering over yours, warm breath fanning what feels like flames on your cheeks, the reward of a white hot orgasm so so close. his thumb regains contact with your now bare clit, stimulating it quickly. “cum around me, baby, cum all over my cock.”

you cum around jude not a moment after he says that, with a scream that can surely be heard 4 rooms down the hallway. the walls of your cunt spasm around his dick, which triggers jude’s release, his slightly higher than usual pitched moans muffled into your neck. his white seed spills into the condom and you can feel the weight and warmth of it in you despite the barrier, and the last stroke of his cock makes you shudder.

you collapse into the bed and let the sheets engulf you, bringing jude down with you too. the two of you don’t say anything, you just let each other pant out the remaining energy with shallow breaths.

jude breaks the so-called silence first. “that was fucking incredible,” he laughs breathily, kissing your cheek repeatedly. “mhmm, thank you, thank you, i love you.” he nuzzles his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder, leaving small kisses along the skin.

“jude!” you chuckle at his post-nut clinginess, trying to remind him of the fact that he was literally still inside you and that you both needed to clean up.

“noooooo!” he whines upon hearing your demands but still slips out of you and disposes of the condom before face planting onto the bed, right next to your tired self.

you let out a small gasp at the feeling of emptiness and close your legs tightly, rubbing your thighs together as they burn from the different positions jude had held them in.

“ugh, jude, i swear we’re not doing rough sex for at least 3 months now, my thighs can’t take it,” you complain, attempting to massage them but giving up in sheer exhaustion.

jude sniggers, pulling himself up to rest the side of his head on your left thigh, leaving a loud mmwah on the sweaty skin with his lips. “okay but how long really until we go at it again?” suggesting that neither of you can resist the other.

“i’m serious, jude!” you swat at him, playfully.

“yeah, yeah, round 2 in the shower?”

“JUDE!“

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Platonic Yandere Sully Family X Kidnapped Human Child Reader

~A/N: Sorry I posted this later than I said, school work has kept me pretty busy. Anyway, as always reader is as gender neutral as I could make them. I hope you guys enjoy this, and remember, I'll tag anyone who asks!

~Masterlist

C/W: yandere behavior (platonic), kidnapping, mild description of violence, mild description of major injury, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, mild infantilization, tampering with a body (you'll see what i mean)

-You had been born on Pandora after the war ended and were too young to be sent back to Earth to your other family, so you had to stay on the foreign planet.

-Norm and Max had been raising you since your parents passed away, and by being their adoptive child, you had been in the presence of Jake Sully and his family your whole life. While your adoptive dads were busy in the lab doing who knows what, you were with the Sully family.

-Neytiri, surprisingly, didn’t take long to warm up to you since she had been present in your life since you were a baby that could fit in one of her hands. You were born after her youngest Tuk, and were so cute with the rest of the children, she couldn’t bring herself to dislike you.

-On top of that, all of her children loved you, you were like their baby sibling. Plus, you didn’t need the oxygen mask to go out into the forest with them. Norm and Max say it’s because your mother did experiments on herself when she was pregnant to give you the ability to breathe oxygen and Pandoran air.

-They were just happy that they didn’t have to work around the mask with you. It was much easier to have you enjoy meals with them that way.

-They had you sleep over at their home almost half of the nights in a week. And they had taken one of your favorite human blankets from the labs to keep you comfortable with them in the night.

-The whole family loved you and protected you with their whole being. And you loved them too. Even Mo’at was fond of you.

-You went on adventures with the other children on the days when they visited the labs, and spent time with Jake and Neytiri on the days where the children had other things to do. You had even spent a few days following Mo’at around and asking her all kinds of questions about navi and healing. And she was all too happy to carry you around with her and give you all the answers you wanted.

-Really, the whole village loved you, you were just so tiny, cute, kind, and curious. It was refreshing to have someone so lively with them.

You had discovered your friends, minus Neteyam, leaving to go on an adventure. Without you! So, you ran after them and asked where they were going. Lo’ak reluctantly told you they were going to explore the abandoned human buildings and look for things that were left behind.

You asked to go with them, and Kiri told you no. But you argued that Tuk was going, so you should be able to as well, stomping your tiny foot for emphasis.

They each looked at each other before deeply sighing and nodding. But Kiri told you that you could only be allowed to go if you stayed right by them the whole time, preferably being carried by her or Lo’ak on the way there and back, and close enough to touch once they got there. You just eagerly nodded before bouncing over to Kiri and reaching up to her to get picked up.

She just rolled her eyes before picking you up and cradling you to her chest. She kissed your cheek before motioning for her other siblings to continue on their way to the empty human thing.

-You and Tuk were excitedly talking to each other over her shoulder the whole way there. Her and Lo’ak just looked at each other and smiled before focusing on getting there again. It took them almost an hour of walking and searching to find what they were looking for.

-Once you all got there, you were set down before Kiri grabbed your hand. You walked around with her and looked at all of the dilapidated human things. It was cool to see, but you didn't like the energy in the place. You felt like something bad was going to happen.

You clutched Kiri’s hand as she walked through the building with her siblings and you. You went closer to her while looking at rooms filled with shadows. You faintly heard something in the distance, so you tugged on her hand, and reached up to her when she looked down at you. She picked you up and continued exploring with all of her siblings.

She noticed you kept looking over her shoulder, so she rubbed your back to try to calm you down while still walking with Lo’ak and Tuk. They quickly finished their walkthrough and exited the human building. They were discussing how underwhelming the experience was for their expectations when it happened.

Multiple navi in human clothing surrounded them and separated all of them, tying their arms behind their backs. The only woman there was the one to grab you, making you shout in pain from the rough grab.

-Every single one of the Sully children looked over at you when you shouted, each struggling to get to you.

-In the seconds it took the woman holding you to realize what you were, a tiny human child, she had shifted to just hold you in her arms. She didn’t exactly want to hurt you.

-The siblings are only slightly relaxed seeing you being held properly, though still not happy about the situation. They were calmer when the leader of the group, most likely, walked to the center of the little circle you guys were in.

-Once he got to the center of the group, he looked over all of the captured children, noting the human child with them. He just raised his eyebrows before looking at the other children.

-He went over to the weird navi holding Lo’ak and motioned them to raise his head, which they did by gripping his queue and tugging it down. He hissed at them in the process.

-He demanded that Lo’ak show him his hands, to which he put up both of his middle fingers. This made you giggle a little bit while the leader guessed at the siblings' father. Once the woman holding you looked at you for laughing you immediately stopped and looked down.

-She just huffed and looked back at her leader.

The man had successfully guessed their father and smirked at that information. He then snatched the earpiece from Lo’ak’s ear and talked to Jake through it. You were observing the whole scene with a frown and downturned brows, very confused and scared. You leaned towards where Kiri was closest to you, so the woman started holding you tighter than before. You whined at the firmer hold, about to start crying.

Kiri had looked over when she saw you reach for her. She was fuming mad seeing you about to cry because of these people. As she was about to say something, she heard a faint sound. When she heard it again, she instantly recognized it as her mother’s call. She tried to not look over where it was coming from, and saw her siblings doing the same. Except Tuk, who was looking right at where the sound was coming from. She just sighed before looking over at you again.

You were still holding a hand out to her, but now you had tears streaming down your face. You were quietly sniffling while trying to wedge your arm between you and the woman, not moving her at all for all your efforts.

-Kiri gave the coldest and hardest glare of her life to the woman, hoping her hatred was reaching her.

-Quaritch was looking at the interaction and thinking. He knew that the adults of the family would be near there by then, so he had to make a decision fast. He gathered that you were important to the family.

-As an arrow touched down by the group, he knew he had decided. He yelled to go, and to take you with them. The rest of his group nodded and started running. You being among them.

-At that action, you started loudly sobbing and reaching over the woman’s shoulder towards the people you knew. But they were already getting very far away, soon enough to far away to see. So, you laid your head on her shoulder and sobbed your little heart out.

…

-With the Sullys, they were all devastated. Not only were they targets again, but you were taken from them.

-Tuk had started crying from the whole situation, being comforted by Neytiri, while everyone else in the family was absolutely fuming. They couldn’t believe that those bastards had taken you. Jake just angrily sighed before leading his family back to their home.

-He realized he would have to let Norm and Max know what had happened to you once they got back as well. Though maybe he would wait until the morning so he could cool off a bit before talking to them.

They had all quietly made their way back into the village, not acknowledging anybody. They walked right into their home and silently started getting ready to go to sleep. The only interaction they had in this time was Neteyam carrying Tuk to be with him, and Jake and Neytiri having a silent conversation between each other. They all went to sleep together after their traumatic days events.

The night passed with no further issues.

Once they got up, they silently ate breakfast together, then Jake excused himself to go talk to Norm and Max. Although he walked slowly to the lab, he seemed to get there very quickly. He just deeply sighed before opening the door and walking inside.

Once he got inside he sought out the two scientists and found them pretty quickly, gently calling out to them to get their attention. Once they looked over he quietly said he needed to tell them something.

Hearing his tone they were very concerned and asked what was wrong. Jake, once again, sighed before explaining to them the events of the day before. Both of the men were shocked at the news, before quietly crying for their lost child. Jake shed a tear with them before promising that he would find her eventually, and kill off Quaritch once and for all when he does. The other men just nodded and gave Jake a light hug before sending him off and halting their work for the day to work out their emotions.

Jake wiped his tears as he was leaving the lab, then slowly walked back to the village to be with his remaining family. When he got there, he saw his dearest mate leaving Mo’at’s tent, having also broken the news to her this morning. By her face, he could tell it went about as good as his morning trip.

He just gently took her hand in his as they walked back to their home together, knowing their other children were still there waiting for them. They had a silent agreement to have a discussion with the whole family on what they want to do in the future.

-They got back to their home quickly and gathered their family together once they were inside. They explained that they were going to try to find you and eliminate the humans, but couldn’t do that alone.

-Jake suggested that their family visit multiple other clans to build relationships and allies among them, along with using their time there to try looking for you.

-Neytiri and the kids weren’t happy about potentially leaving the forest for that long of a time to build relationships that are strong. They didn’t want to leave their home.

-Jake understood, but a leader needs the support of their family. And the other clans need to see that support as well.

-No one was happy about it, but agreed to the plan in the end. They knew it was for the best, as well as having a higher chance of finding you faster. They all voiced their agreement before talking for the rest of the day on the order they would visit the other clans.

-It was decided that they would visit the reef clans first, to get the help of all of the navi in the water, as it was one of the biggest assets to have in a potential war.

-Once it was decided, they all cuddled together and went to sleep, as they would be doing all of the preparations for their journey the next day, and leaving the day after.

…

-Meanwhile with you, you were having possibly the worst time of your life.

-Not only were you not with anyone you know, but these people hate the ones you love! They keep talking about ‘eliminating’ Jake Sully. Which makes you very upset.

-Plus you’re very bored since they don’t make any effort to keep you entertained. They just have you with them constantly, talking about their ‘missions’. You were getting tired of it, and it’s only been one full day!

-Maybe you were being a bit dramatic, but it felt deserved. You were just slumped on top of the table they set you on, looking around at all of them doing their things. Bored out of your mind.

-You saw the hairless one coming towards you, seemingly to walk past you. But you got up and jumped on his back as he was right next to the table. You just giggled and held on tight as he shouted and jerked in surprise.

You were still laughing at his reaction as he looked over his shoulder at you. Seeing it was the child that did it, he sighed and smiled. He plucked you off of his back and held you to his chest to carry you easier. You settled down while still looking up at his face.

You decided to take initiative and introduce yourself, saying your name and age. He chuckled at you before saying his name as well. You said it was nice to meet him, and he said the same back to you. You asked who everyone else was, so he went around the ship and introduced you to everyone there. Getting a range of responses from greetings, huffs, to people ignoring you two. You glared at the ones who ignored you.

The ones who greeted you back laughed at the amusing scene of you glaring at their leader, Quaritch. You stuck your tongue out at him too.

-You moved on pretty quickly from the introductions.

-You had bluntly asked why the man, Lyle, had almost no hair, getting some loud laughs from his buddies. He just smiled at you and showed you some pictures of him as a human. You ‘oohed' and ‘awed' at them, along with the pictures of the rest of the crew as humans.

-You said your dads had blue bodies too. And that you asked for one, but they never gave you a straight answer on it.

-They just took in the information, figuring that some of the leftover scientists had raised you, so it would make sense for them to have avatars.

-You spent the rest of the day talking to and playing with the fun ones in the crew. Lyle, Mansk, and the woman who held you first, Z-dog. Which you told her was a funny name to have. She just smiled at you and ruffled your hair, making you shout and slap at her arm.

-You were such an amusing child to them, it was hard not to like you.

…

-With the Sullys, they had everything prepared to leave, and had explained what they were doing to the clan. Getting the support of their people. Along with giving temporary leadership to Tarsem while they were gone.

-They all got onto their ikrans, with Tuk on Neytiri’s and set off for the reefs.

-It took them almost two days to make it there, and they were immediately bombarded on the docks by all of the water navi.

-It didn’t take too long for the olo’eyktan and tsahik to arrive and begin speaking with them. Jake explained their situation and intentions in detail, getting the approval from Tonowari to stay there. Only if they learned their way of life while they were there. Jake easily agreed, happy that he could start accomplishing his first goal.

-Tonowari’s children would be teaching his children, and his daughter was currently leading them to their temporary home, their marui.

Once they got there, they were having a look around at the place with Tsireya waiting at the entrance for the kids. She got to witness Neytiri’s displeasure at the new place, dropping the mat while sighing. Jake just rubbed her back while telling the kids to go out and learn, and to behave!

They all just shouted their agreements while running out of their temporary home. They had followed Tsireya to the beach, where her brother and another boy were waiting. They all introduced themselves before going into the water together. The metkayina teens had quickly realized that they had more teaching to do than anticipated. They had quickly gone back and started to teach the forest children how to breathe properly in the water. It didn’t take too many tries for them all to get the hang of it. They spent the rest of their lessons that day exploring the reefs.

-Their days had been filled with more teachings and some smaller adventures in the few months they had been staying with the metkayina. They were all doing their duties, building bonds and learning the ways of the water.

-But in the privacy of their home, they allowed themselves to continue mourning your lost presence. They had all promised each other to not hold back at all against the people who took you once they found them.

-They had met the tulkun recently, and Lo’ak had gotten into some trouble for making a bond with the outcast of the species.

-They were all shocked and appalled when Ronal's spirit sister was killed. However, they knew they must be close to some humans by the technology found on her. They were hoping they would find you soon.

-The children were all with Payakan, swimming around him and having some fun when they were attacked. They immediately told Jake through the intercom what was happening, getting panicked questions in return.

-They continued to talk to him while a ship was coming into view in the water. Soon enough, almost all of the children were snatched onto the boat. Leaving Neteyam, Aonung, and Rotxo to race back to the shore to get the adults.

-They were tied to the railing of the ship, when they saw it. The outline of a human in one of the windows of the boat. And they were able to recognize that it was you! Their baby sibling!

-They didn’t get much time to consider it before Quaritch brought their attention back to him in the worst way possible.

…

-During those months you were with the recom squad, you were making the most of the situation. You had been bothering them every day since they took you.

-They had barely tried to get information from you since you were so young. Plus, you proved to not have the best memory.

-You forced the fun adults to entertain you every day. Whether that was by running around with you, or joining into your little games, they made sure you weren’t bored.

-You were the closest with Lyle, always hanging off of him. Playing with him and napping on him every day.

-Sometimes you bothered Quaritch, the leader. Asking him all kinds of questions or clinging to his leg while he was walking. You forced him to like you since he was the reason you were taken. You considered it payback to annoy him. And it was worth it.

When you made it to the ocean, you were forced to stay inside the whole time, putting a real damper on your mood. Though your three favorite adults tried to keep you happy. But nothing could save your mood once you saw them kill the whale-like creature and its child. You had cried the whole night, screaming at any of them that got close to you.

You were still in a horrible mood when you witnessed them capture your friends and another girl through the window on the ship. You made eye contact with Lo’ak and Kiri, knowing that they saw you. You ran away from the window to grab the things you had and hid near an exit of the ship, knowing that fighting would be happening soon.

…

-Kiri and Lo’ak made eye contact with each other and nodded. They were gonna tell their parents that you were inside the ship once they got the chance.

-They got that chance pretty quick since they saw their dad on a skimwing steadily approaching the ship. He got on top of the deck and pointed his gun at Quaritch.

-They took their chance to tell him and shouted that you were in the ship. Jake looked over at them for a split second before moving his gaze back to his enemy. He waited in the stalemate until he knew that his mate was close by, hearing the screech of her ikran.

-He knew that was the signal to start fighting. As he heard the beat of the ikran’s wings descending through the air, he started shooting as many avatars in his sight as he could. Getting backup from his mate and son. Neteyam cut the bonds holding his siblings and Tsireya, all of them quickly running into the ship to find you.

-The adults were giving it their all outside. The metkayina were brutally fighting all of the human troops in the water, while the omatikaya leaders were slaughtering the avatars on the boat. If they weren't shot with bullets, it was with arrows. They gave a good fight, but couldn’t overpower the enraged parents. They were all torn to shreds, metaphorically and maybe a little bit literally, within minutes. Not a single life was spared among them, passing painfully.

-They went inside of the boat to join their children, who seemed to be looking for something. Lo’ak loudly said that he knew he saw you, and Kiri nodded along with him.

-Neytiri stopped them from continuing to run around aimlessly, going into the middle of the room before doing her call, the whooping traveling far into the ship.

-As she continued to call into the ship, they heard shuffling from somewhere close. Soon enough, they saw your head poke out from behind a huge storage box. Once you were sure it was them, you ran out into the open and sprinted towards them as fast as you could.

-You collided with Neytiri, her quickly picking you up and clutching you to her chest right after. Her family crowded around her and all hugged you too, happy to have their family reunited.

That was when they heard something else. Footsteps from deeper in the cabin. You turned to them and said to get out of there as fast as possible, because there was another avatar in the ship with you and they had a gun. In their hurry to leave, you were passed to Neteyam as Neytiri grabbed Tuk and Jake guided Lo’ak and Kiri to the exit. You saw over Neteyam’s shoulder the man pointing the gun at you guys.

Your breathing got faster as he pointed at Neteyam. You saw him put a finger over the trigger and knew you had to act fast. As the shot went off, you threw your weight to the side, making Neteyam stumble, and putting you in the line of fire. You screamed as the bullet went through your back. The family stopped and turned to shoot the man. Taking him down with efficiency.

They started running out of the ship again, with the newfound motivation to get you to the shore. You were heavily crying as they all swam back to the shore as quickly as they possibly could.

-Once they made it there they inspected you, seeing the bullet hadn’t gone all the way through you, but it seemed to hit your spine. Which Jake knew firsthand wasn’t a good sign at all.

-They ran to the tsahik’s hut and quickly laid you down on one of the mats. Ronal hissed when she saw you, but then noticed the wound you had. She got all the materials she would need to help you before sitting beside your mat.

-She said that only one Sully that didn’t know anything about healing could stay, which ended up with Kiri assisting Ronal and Neteyam holding your hand for moral support.

-It took them almost an hour to retrieve the bullet, and a bit longer to dress the wound. You had passed out during the process, but started to not look pained once they got the bullet out.

-Outside the hut, Neytiri was attempting to keep her other children calm while Jake was communicating with Norm and Max.

-They were ecstatic to hear that you were found and rescued, but devastated to hear that you had been injured in the process. Jake told them you got hit in the spine, which gave him a very bad feeling. The only response he got was that Norm and Max were gonna come as fast as they could, and do what they needed to do.

-Jake said okay before telling them he would see them soon.

-The whole family was rushing towards the hut once Ronal exited it. They saw you supposedly sleeping with almost your whole torso covered in bandages. They all gathered around you and rested a hand on a part of you. Reassuring themselves that you were here with them and alive.

-In the few hours before Norm and Max were to show up, you had woken up and quietly talked to them. You told them you felt better, but were very weak and couldn’t feel your legs. Jake just grabbed your hand and told you everything would be okay when hearing that. Knowing exactly how you must feel.

-It only took Norm and Max three hours to arrive on the shores of the reefs, with everything they would need for you. Everything.

They saw Jake run out onto the beach to guide them where to land their helicopter. They landed and immediately hopped out and closed the door behind them, securing what they had inside.

-Jake just gave them a confused look before taking them to the hut you were in. As soon as you saw them you reached your arms out for them. Even in their avatar forms, you craved hugs from them. They sat beside you and gently pulled you into a secure hug. You sigh and relax into it.

-You told them you missed them, and they said the same back. You laid back down and told everyone that you were tired and hungry. They all laughed and said they would bring you some food after you napped. You just nodded while drifting off.

Everyone exited the hut and went to the Sully’s marui to discuss the situation. Jake filled them in on what had happened, including you saying you couldn’t feel your legs. Norm and Max looked at each other, nodding, before turning back to the family and saying they would evaluate her in the morning before discussing other options. This just confused the family, but they didn’t have the will to question it at the moment.

They made a meal and all helped carry it back over to where you were. Seeing you fast asleep, finally looking peaceful. They gently woke you up, helping you sit up and propping you against Kiri so you could eat comfortably. Everyone talked while they ate, happy to be all together. Once everyone was done eating, Neytiri went outside to find Ronal and ask her if it was okay for you to heal in their temporary home, getting the go ahead.

She hurried back to the hut to give the good news. You were then gently picked up and carried back to their marui. They doubled up a mat for you to lay on, and Norm got out one of your favorite blankets to put around you. The comforting feeling lulled you to sleep quickly.

-Once you were fully asleep, Norm said he would do some scans in the morning, but let you heal a bit before discussing your options.

-Jake asked what he meant by that, but only received a ‘you’ll see’ in return. He huffed before gathering his family together by you and showed the scientists where they could sleep. Everyone settled in and unintentionally took shifts watching over you in your sleep throughout the night.

-In the morning everyone had gathered to eat breakfast together, you choosing to lean against Norm. The Sullys weren’t happy about it, but chose not to say anything considering they hadn’t seen you since before you were taken.

-You still felt weak, so Kiri took it upon herself to feed you the meal. You smiled at her once you finished eating, gently thanking her before laying your head back on one of your adoptive dads. It only took the rest of them about ten minutes to finish eating as well.

Once everyone was done, Norm and Max said they would go get their equipment to do some scans of you to check on the injury and try to determine the extent of the damage. You were gently moved back to the mats you slept on, with the Sully children gathering around you. It took the two of them about fifteen minutes to go to the helicopter, gather the stuff, and come back to the marui. They came back in and set the stuff around you and told the kids to move from your sides, but sitting by your head was okay.

They set up the equipment around you for the scans, and hooked you up to a heart monitor and pulse oximeter (keeps track of the oxygen levels in your blood). They did a general x-ray of your whole body to check on your bones first. At first they didn’t see anything wrong. But they called Jake over for an extra pair of eyes to look at your spine at your lower back. They all looked at each other and sighed, concluding that two of your lower back’s vertebrae were fractured where you were shot. Next they did a scan of your brain and it came out normal, which was a relief. Then, they did a special scan that had been developed by that point in time, to look at the more complex structures in the body. They looked at the big nerve running through your spine, the spinal cord, and all gasped at the image. Your spinal cord was completely severed where you had been shot.

They all made eye contact again before sighing and unhooking you from all of the equipment. They wanted you to be comfortable before they discussed your results. The siblings took the chance to sit closer to you as they moved the equipment away from you, but keeping the tablet close to you, it holding pictures of all the scans.

-Neytiri had also moved closer to you, settling down behind her older children and putting her hands on their shoulders.

-Jake, Norm, and Max had come back and asked if you wanted to sit up for the news. You nodded and reached for Neytiri behind you, who got closer and gently moved you into her lap, propped up by her torso.

-Once you were upright, Max picked up the tablet and pulled up the brain scan first, not wanting to start with the bad news. He happily told you that it was normal and healthy.

-Then, he pulled up the x-ray. He went over the good parts before zooming in on the problem. He regretfully explained that part of your spine was fractured, but said that that issue would heal.

-Everyone that didn’t see the scans as they were taken noted how he said it. Implying that there was a problem that couldn’t be fixed. Neytiri gently hugged you, wanting to keep you calm, but also wanting to keep herself calm.

-When they pulled up the last scan’s image, Jake went over and held your hand before they showed it to you.

-At the last scan, everyone notices the problem right away. Then, they got confirmation of irreparable damage. Your spinal cord was severed. They said that if you couldn’t feel your legs right now, you probably never would again.

-You said that you couldn’t feel them at all, and couldn’t move them either. You have tried. You understood what they said and sighed right after you finished talking. You looked down at and poked one of your legs. Mourning the loss of your mobility.

-Jake had personal knowledge of how this news felt, how devastating for you it was. He squeezed your hand and told you that he would always be there for you, and that it would all be okay in the end. You looked up at him and gave a weak smile.

-You knew you had all the support you could ever need, but still felt hopeless in this situation. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, feeling strangely numb for the news you received.

-The two scientists had the same reactions as the rest, but knew you had more options than the others were thinking. They had talked it out before coming, and had brought the avatar they had made for you with them.

-They made it as a gift for you, knowing you would be ecstatic to move easier on the planet. But now it would give you the chance to have a normal life again with full mobility.

-They told everyone that they would let your wound heal before discussing your options. Again confusing the family, but you looked in their eyes and saw the hope in them, feeling a bit happier for it.

After that, they carried you out of the marui to the healing hut. They took the time to carefully clean your wound, put some medicinal paste on it, and rebandage it. With doing this once a day, it only took you three weeks for the fixable wound to heal. Once that was noted, everyone gathered to discuss the options the scientists kept talking about.

They had gathered in the largest room to have the meeting. You chose to sit by yourself, using your arms to prop yourself up, your legs sitting limply in front of you. However, Neteyam was sitting behind you in the same position, his legs on either side of your body, careful not to touch you in the effort to respect your decision.

Once everyone was there, settled, and paying attention the discussion began. The scientists said that you had more options than normal. They said that you could stay as you are, with supports like a wheelchair and therapy to keep your muscles intact. Or that you could transfer into living in your avatar.

The big reveal had everyone frozen. Neytiri and the children were completely frozen in shock. You had your jaw dropped while shedding silent tears. And Jake looked numb, with a hint of anger.

-You had been frustrated with not being able to move normally. Having to be carried around constantly like a baby had you feeling upset.

-Neytiri was shocked that they had made an avatar for you, but didn’t want you to switch into it. She had loved your dependence on them, bringing her back to when you were a baby. She loved getting to coddle you then, and she loved it now.

-The other children thought the same as their mother. They loved feeling needed by you, but it was deeper for Neteyam. He felt that getting to take care of you after your injury was making up for you taking the bullet for him. He craved your reliance on him, feeling healed by getting to take care of and protect you now.

-For Jake, he was conflicted. He knew what getting a second chance like this felt like, but didn’t want to give up your need for them. He had loved taking care of you as a baby, and this was the same feeling but with more meaning. Caring for a baby was an expected necessity since they had to rely on others. But taking care of you now was a display of love and loyalty. Proving how much they cared for you when you no longer could. He wanted to give you the support he lacked back then. It was there physically for him, but not emotionally. Him providing that for you now was healing a part of himself he didn’t know was there. And he didn’t want to give that up.

-You were overwhelmed. You wanted your mobility back desperately, but the decision was a very big thing to make. You had a headache thinking about making the choice at that moment. You asked them to give you time to think about it and they easily agreed.

You slumped back onto Neteyam’s lap and rubbed your head. He reached down and gently massaged your temples, bringing you enough relief to fall asleep. He pulled you further onto him before moving you over into the sleeping area. Once that was done, he went back over to the group.

Jake waited until his oldest joined them again before talking to the group again. He said that they should wait until they get back to their own home to have you make your decision. With the reasoning that they have taken months to build bonds with the water navi at that point and could head back soon. He would talk to Tonowari later that day to confirm their bond before getting ready to head back home. Given the shock, they wouldn’t be heading to any other clans after this, along with the reason for them leaving being long gone.

Norm and Max hesitated, but agreed. They knew that it was a big decision to make for someone so young. But they would need to check in on your avatar in the helicopter again before they left the reefs to ensure it was still okay, as they wanted you to still have that option even if you decided against it. They said their plans before leaving to go put their equipment back in the helicopter. They also added that they would be out exploring for the rest of the day to let everyone relax.

As soon as they were out of hearing range, the family started talking again. Jake said that he knew they were all thinking the same thing. That they had to make sure you wouldn’t transfer into your avatar. They all agreed and asked what they should do to make that happen. They all looked at each other for an answer to that question.

Neytiri was the one to provide that answer, saying that they should sabotage the other body. The children were confused on how they could do that while Jake started thinking. He said that they could either harm the body to make it not viable anymore, or cut the power keeping it alive. He was leaning towards cutting the power to make it look like an unfortunate accident, sparing their image and giving them the opportunity to comfort you through the news. They all seemed satisfied with his plan, scheduling the time to do it for that night, as they would hopefully be leaving the next morning.

-After they were finished with their family meeting, Jake and Neytiri left to go talk to Tonowari and Ronal. And the kids grabbed you before leaving to go swimming with Tsireya, Aonung and Rotxo.

-You were still asleep when they arrived at the beach. So you stayed in Kiri’s arms as she floated on the surface with you resting on her stomach, and the rest of them went diving, the Sullys staying close by.

-It took almost an hour for you to start waking up, and when you did you were confused on where you were until you looked around you.

-You saw you were laying on Kiri in the water. So, you sat up and pushed your legs to fall around her waist.

-She was looking at you doing this the entire time, smiling at you. She started slowly swimming around while still on her back, causing you to giggle at her antics.

-She abruptly went upright in the water while grabbing you around your waist, causing you to gasp. She chuckled at you before moving to drape you across her back. You wrapped your arms around her neck as she started swimming to the shallow water.

-Once she got to the water that was ankle deep on her, she set you down in the sand. It went up to your waist while you were sitting, allowing you to dig around in the sand around you. You found a couple pretty shells, which made you very happy. Kiri was just supervising your fun.

-Meanwhile with the adults, the talk with the metkayina leaders was going well. They understood the situation, and gave the omatikaya their support. Especially since they saved their daughter and got rid of the humans. They wished them luck on their journey home, along with promising a celebration that night before they leave.

-They thanked them before leaving their marui. On their way back to their own temporary home, they saw you in the water.

They made their way over to you with smiles on their faces. Which only got bigger when you proudly showed them the shells gathered from next to you. They were once again brought back to your infancy when you could finally sit up on your own. They kneeled next to you in the water, occasionally lifting and moving you to a different section of sand so you could still look for things in it. Each time making sure your legs were resting in front of you in a comfortable position. Even if you couldn’t feel them, they thought it was important.

You were just having fun digging in the sand and finding things in it. You were happy when they told you they would be heading home the next day, back to the forest. You beamed at them, happy to go back to what you know. They chuckled and told you there would also be a celebration that night before they left tomorrow morning.

-You clapped your excitement before being splashed by Kiri. You squealed before splashing her back. You two going back and forth before noticing the other siblings coming over towards you.

-As soon as they made it next to you guys, Lo’ak pretended to look away before splashing you two. You laughed as the whole family joined in, each person relaxing and having fun with each other.

-When you got hit with a particularly hard wave of water, you fell backwards. As soon as you were submerged, Neytiri hurried to put her hand under your back and sit you back up. You gasped as you were lifted from the water. As soon as you opened your eyes again you were laughing. That made the whole family relax.

-Pretty soon after everyone calmed down, you said you were hungry. Once all of the other kids agreed, you were picked up by Neytiri and carried back to the marui.

-The adults prepared a light meal for everyone, and it was finished quickly. You reached to be picked up again once everything had been put away. Neytiri had picked you up before grabbing a wrap to strap you to her chest. It was comfortable for both of you.

-You all went out of the marui and saw preparation for the celebration. You all went to help with getting it done. Eventually all that was needed was for the fishers to get back so the cooking could be done.

-As everyone was waiting and could see them in the distance, you laid your head down and fell asleep. Neytiri just leaned down and kissed your head as she joined her family where they sat on the sand. All of them kissing your head after she sat down.

-As the cooking was almost done, the two scientists emerged from the small forest on the island and went over to the Sully family. They got an explanation before they could even ask.

-They mingled with everyone through the whole celebration, only waking you up to feed you dinner. The only change was switching you from being on Neytiri’s chest to her back. You were rocked deeper into sleep as she danced with Jake.

As everything was winding down, everyone helped clean up before heading home. Once you guys got back to your marui, you and the other kids were put into bed. With you still sleeping they whispered to their older kids that they would take care of the problem once the other adults went to sleep. But until then, they laid down with all of their kids.

They waited until they knew Norm and Max were fully asleep before carefully making their way out of the marui and to the helicopter. They carefully opened the door and hopped into it, closing it behind them. They made their way over to the slightly illuminated pod with a child’s body floating in it. They looked it over and fondly smiled at your features on their species. It would have been lovely to have you become one of them in this body, but that was before the current circumstances. They carefully looked around the pod before locating the battery powering it. They looked over it before tugging one of the wires out of place, making the movement inside stop but the light stayed on. It was the perfect outcome, making it so they wouldn’t notice something was wrong until they arrived back home and it was too late to save the body. They almost felt bad, but ultimately loved the situation they were taking advantage of more.

They crept back out of the helicopter and fully closed the door behind them. Making it look like they had never been in it. They smiled as they made their way back to the marui. They laid down with and cuddled their children before blissfully going to sleep.

-In the morning they had a quick breakfast before packing all of their stuff up and loading it on their ikrans. Tuk riding with Neytiri and you with Jake. At the same time they saw the scientists getting into the helicopter and taking off into the sky.

-They took off into the sky after they were gone, happily waving at all of the water navi. But they were even happier to be going home. It took them until the next sunset to get back to their true home. Getting a very warm greeting from everyone when they got back to their village.

-Mo’at gave everyone hugs as they dismounted, only a little confused about you staying strapped to Jake. She was just glad that everyone was home again, alive and well.

-The family just told everyone that in the morning they would tell them all about their time with the water navi.

-They made their way back to their pod, got you and themselves ready for bed, and all went to sleep cuddled together. Norm and Max had already gone back to the labs and probably went to sleep as well.

-Which was good considering it gave more time for the body to become nonviable.

In the morning, everyone woke up and walked out of their pod to find a big breakfast made to welcome them back. Everyone rushed over to sit among their people, the family staying together. They carefully set you down on a log in between Kiri and Lo’ak, made you a plate, and handed it over to you. Kiri adjusted your legs in front of you before eating her own breakfast. You thanked her after you finished eating, leaning to the side to rest on her. Mo’at was watching the scene closely, confused as to why you didn’t move your legs yourself. She figured she could ask later in the day.

Right after breakfast, Jake and Neytiri told the clan all about their time with the water navi. About learning their ways, their leaders, the species they harbored to assist them, and their defeat of the returned sky people. They got massive amounts of cheers once they finished the story. They smiled at their people, saying that they would take a day to catch up with family before going on a hunt the next day. Which made all of the hunters excited to be out with their leader and his sons again.

You were picked up by Kiri, who situated your legs around her waist, and carried to Mo’at’s tent. Mo’at herself had been eyeing the actions the whole time, looking at your legs, which were hanging almost limply around her granddaughter. She saw you be set down, and your legs once again rearranged for you, before going over and sitting by you herself. She grabbed Kiri and pulled her down to sit beside her, at your side.

-She demanded to know what had happened and why Kiri was giving you so much help in moving. Kiri had looked over at you, receiving a nod in response.

-Kiri had told her grandmother what had happened on the boat, and that your injury meant that you wouldn’t be able to move your legs for the rest of your life. Paralyzed from the waist down Norm and Max had said.

-Mo’at gave you a sad smile in return and rubbed your head. Showing silent comfort, that you leaned into. She assured you that she would give you all the help you needed from her, making you smile. You were basically her grandchild as well, she would make sure you were taken care of.

-Pretty soon, Neytiri showed up and said that she needed you two to come with her and bathe. Plus redo your hair, as it had been a while you girls had bonded like that.

-Kiri got up, and before she could reach for you, Mo’at had picked you up. She said she would join you, wanting to be with all her girls as well. You smiled up at her before reaching up to play with her shawl and hanging knife.

-Neytiri and Kiri lead the way, with Tuk joining as soon as you guys left the tent. Pretty soon you all made it to the lake your clan used for bathing, you getting set down on the edge of it as the pouch holding all of the bathing and braiding supplies was emptied out next to you.

As soon as everything was ready and set aside, all of the ones able to had undressed and got into the water. And when Neytiri was ready and in the water, she went to the edge and helped you undress before taking you in her arms and further into the water. She handed you over to her mother before grabbing the comb to unto her older daughters’ braids before the washing was done. She quickly went through Kiri’s hair to undo the braids and detangle it, then repeating the process with Tuk. She finished it with detangling your hair, then quickly doing her own.

After that process was over with, she moved to the bank to grab the bathing oils. She cleaned herself before helping Tuk wash herself, and only being needed to help wash her oldest daughter’s back. Then, she helped her mother wash your full body before handing over the oil to her mother and taking you into her arms. Once her mother was done, she swapped again before getting the hair oils to cleanse their hair and scalps. She quickly went through her own hair, letting Tuk ‘help’ her then passing it off to Kiri after washing Tuk’s hair. She relaxed while rinsing her hair and helping her older daughters rinse theirs. Relishing the feeling of taking care of her babies. She gently washed your hair, massaging your scalp in the process. You were very much enjoying the process, feeling more relaxed than you have in a while. You clung to Neytiri as she carefully rinsed your hair.

While her mother was oiling her scalp, she experimentally flattened you out in the water to see if you still floated well, and you did. You relaxed in the water as the other women around you redid their hair. Neytiri redid Tuk’s, Tuk braided the longer bits of Kiri’s hair, and Mo’at redid Neytiri’s braids. It was a very wholesome scene. Once they were done, they picked you up and brought you to the edge of the water and laid you on the bank of the lake. Once they were dressed again, they put your clothes back on you before bringing you back to the village.

Once you guys got back, the boys saw you arriving and went over to you. They figured you all had bathed considering the new braids and damp hair. They just take the bathing stuff from Neytiri and go to the lake as well, their small hunt got them dirty. The women and you made your way back to the family’s pod so they could hang out and do some crafts. You were set down on the floor and your legs were extended in front of you.

As Kiri was moving them, she felt your muscles tense. She furrowed her brows before massaging your legs to relax the muscles. She asked her mother what the scientists said about movement to keep your legs from getting weak. Neytiri came over and gently laid you flat on the floor before taking a foot in each hand and moving your legs in circles to simulate walking. She explained that doing this for about ten minutes every day will keep you from losing muscles and getting cramps. Everyone nodded along to it and paid attention to how to do it, since they all wished to help you. This went on for a little longer than ten minutes.

Directly after she was done moving your legs, she put a hand under your back and lifted you to be sitting up. You were pulled into the circle before being handed a bowl of beads and a long string, all the materials you would need to make a new piece of jewelry.

-You had been working on your necklace for about half an hour before the boys came back from bathing, all of their hair undone as well. Even Jake’s.

-They each went to one of the older three women to get their braids redone. Jake to Neytiri, Neteyam to Mo’at and Lo’ak to Kiri.

-They each got new braids in their hair. The two younger boys got a redo of the braids they had, and Jake got braids like he had before his kids were born. Once they were all taken care of, they each went to you and gave you a kiss on your head.

-You smiled before focusing back on the necklace you were making. Taking another half an hour to finish it. When you were done you got Jake to tie it for you.

-After that, he picked you up and asked if anyone else wanted to visit the lab with you guys. To check on your other body and the scientists. Everyone but Mo’at and Tuk got up to go. Tuk said she was gonna go play with her friends, but she would see them later. And Mo’at had some duties.

-It didn’t take them long at all to reach the lab. Once they made it there, they saw Norm and Max immediately upon walking in. And they looked very anxious and troubled. This worried you.

-Kiri broke off from the group to go to Grace’s avatar body, to spend some time with her before she had to go back and comfort you from the news you were gonna get. She let herself lay on the glass for fifteen minutes before going back to where the rest of her family was.

-When she got back over, her parents were talking to the two men, and her brothers were with you in the kitchen, making some human food for you and them. She put her hands on her hips while looking at her brothers making a mess in the human kitchen.

-In the end she did join in the eating of human food. You seemed to really enjoy what they had made. Once they were done their parents called them back to the main room with the avatar pods in it.

-All of the adults’ looked normal and healthy. But yours looked truly lifeless, not moving at all and sunk to the bottom of the pod it was in. That worried you a lot.

-Norm and Max looked regretful. They said they had no idea what had happened to it, but your avatar body couldn’t be inhabited anymore. It had died. And they didn’t have the resources to remake it anytime soon. It could be years before they got enough materials to make a new one.

-You just gasped and buried your face in the shoulder of the one holding you. You didn’t mind living like that, but it would’ve been nice to have the option of using your avatar occasionally. You just quietly said it was fine before you started sniffling.

-You got the needed comfort from all of the people present, which made you feel a lot better. After you cried it out, you fell right to sleep in their arms. The family said they would take you back to their pod so you could rest and recover from the shock.

-All Norm and Max could do was say okay and go back to lay in their beds once the Sullys had left.

-And you just had to live with the knowledge that you would probably never get the second chance you had wanted. But it would be okay, because you knew you would be taken care of by the people that were basically your family at that point. Whether you wanted them to or not.

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