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tonowarii · 2 years ago

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Yawne

Pairing: Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan x Fem! Dreamwalker! Reader

Request: Tsu'tey with a dreamwalker reader were they come up with human nicknames for him when they are training become one of the na'vi, and he's confused and asks jake. So when he finds out he starts calling her nicknames that are meant for mates or something in his language. Something that makes the reader flustered. If you want to.

Word count: 2.3k

Warning/s: none really?? just fluff bc tsu'tey <333

Note: tsu'tey i miss u man come back <3 Anyways, likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are much appreciated! Let me know what you think!

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

yawne - beloved

tìyawn - love

You face planted. Hard.

Groaning, you prop yourself up with your elbows. Your face was caked with mud from falling off your direhorse.

“Glad I’m not the only one falling off my ass.” You could hear Jake playfully say as he walked with Neytiri, going somewhere to teach him how to use a bow.

You could hear Neytiri smack him on the arm, muttering something else.

“Yeah, yeah, piss off.” You say with a light chuckle.

“You are not taking this seriously.” Someone spoke from above you.

Looking up, you spot the usual scowl on the man’s face, Tsu’tey. Soon to be olo’eyktan of the Omaticaya clan. The man you wanted to choke the living daylights of, at the same time he was also the man whom your heart started to beat for.

It was stupid, really, falling in love with your instructor, you knew your stay here would may as well be temporary, but you were going to make the most of it.

“I am, give me a break I just fell off my horse.” You grumble, standing up to meet his eye, well, you still had to look up from the difference in height.

“There are no breaks. How are you going to learn? You Sky People should just go away.”

You knew of his distaste in the Sky People, and you couldn’t blame him. You hated your own kind too. For now, you just played with him.

“I can’t, I know you’d miss me, Casanova.” The edge of your lip curls up in a smirk at the nickname you gave him.

Tsu’tey’s brow knitted together at confusion for the said nickname, yet he ignores it, jerking his head towards the horse. “Again.”

All you could do was sigh and hop on the direhorse again.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

As you got used to Tsu’tey being by your side, the nicknames you gave him started to get worse. However, you enjoyed the grumpy look on the warrior, it made you laugh.

“Where are we going now, Romeo?” You asked, trailing behind him through the forest, holding your bow.

You could hear his tall figure let out a ‘Tch’ before he kept going.

“Not even going to answer me, Romeo? Oh, you pain me.” You giggle.

“I do not understand what you are saying, woman.” Tsu’tey said, stopping and finally looking at you.

“That’s why it makes things more exciting, don’t you think? Since we’re spending all this time together.” You speak nonchalantly. Tsu’tey couldn’t believe how lively you were being.

And the worst part is? He’s enjoying it.

None of the young hunters he had trained had the personality like you, no. It was either they were too focused, which Tsu’tey liked, but the others were too scared or often other female na’vi would just flirt with him.

But he would rather feed himself to a viperwolf than let you know that he’d been enjoying this little game of nicknames of yours, even if he didn’t know what it meant. It made all the time spent with you more fun, like he said, lively.

Still, he was always reminded that you were one of the Sky People, another dreamwalker on their planet. But why was he feeling a certain way when you smile at him?

When you perfected something he taught you, why does he want to go to you and congratulate you by holding your hand and smiling at you?

Instead, what he does is nod at you, before making you do it again to make sure. He must remain professional, but why does his instinct crumble when it comes to you?

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

“Hold it.” Tsu’tey said to you as you held your drawn bow.

“Higher.” Tsu’tey commanded, but you didn’t follow. He bites the inside of his cheek before grabbing your elbow, your body inches away from his as he raised your elbow at the height it was intended. He never failed to notice the slight dark hue to your cheeks.

He backed away again, wanting to see your form. “ (Correct).”

You smile at him, and he almost smiles back at you.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The game went on and soon you’ve called him a bunch of names.

It ranged from honey, sweetie, sweetheart, honey bun, and a bunch more that Tsu’tey couldn’t keep up with. It made him curious, why were you calling him like that?

So, there he was one night after a feast, his eyes trailed to you. You were wearing their clothes and you looked even beautiful. You were currently laughing about something with Neytiri when the curiosity of his mind got the better of him.

Thankfully, Jake was just right beside him.

“I have a question, JakeSully.” He said to the man who seemed quite busy stuffing his mouth with food.

“Oh, sure. What’s up?”

Tsu’tey suddenly debated whether he should really be asking Jake. But as since the two of you were from the same kind, he figured he knows much more a lot about it than the others.

“(Y/N) keeps calling me things- things I do not understand.” Tsu’tey said.

“Oh? What things?” Jake replied.

“What does ‘honey bunch’ mean?”

At that, Jake could swear he inhaled some of his food as he broke out into a laugh.

Tsu’tey frowned, does it mean something bad? Were you making fun of him the whole time?

“Man, didn’t know she had it in her.” Jake laughed.

“What does it mean?” Tsu’tey said, slightly tightening his grip on the strap of his holster, awaiting Jake’s answer.

“Well, it’s a nickname, I know you know that. But its you know, something you call your… how do I put this?” Jake thought. “Like its something you call your mate only.”

Tsu’tey then felt his grip loosen at Jake’s words. All this time you were calling him names that were meant for your beloved.

Tsu’tey’s mouth went agape for a moment, before gulping and nodding. “Ah, I see.”

“Its also a way for her to tell you that she likes you, trust me, I know her.” Jake said before going back to eating and talking with the other na’vi.

He inhales, his eyes finding their way back to you, to his surprise, your eyes met his.

Then you smiled and waved at him.

He didn’t know how to respond, so he moves away from your gaze, busying himself with his thoughts that he missed your frown at being ignored.

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You and Tsu’tey now sat in front of each other, under one of the highest branches in hometree.

He was teaching you how to speak na’vi.

“Nam’ake.” Tsu’tey said.

“Namate.” You repeated but Tsu’tey shook his head.

“Nam’ake.” He repeated.

“Nam’ake.” You said.

“Good.”

There was that smile of yours again. “You are learning well, tìyawn.” He smiles smugly at your confused face.

“What does that mean?” You ask him as he shrugged, smirking. “Hey, no fair, since when did you also start calling me names, huh?” You spoke.

“You started it first.” He was now being playful with you, which was a new thing , still, you enjoyed it, getting to see this side of Tsu’tey.

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You just finally had your first kill as you closed your eyes, thanking a silent prayer to Eywa before mercy killing the hexapede in front of you with your dagger.

Tsu’tey watched, a proud smile on his face as you learned well from him.

“You are ready, yawne.”

You open your eyes again to look at him. “You got to tell me what that means.” You say, standing up, sheathing your dagger back into its holster.

“Maybe one day.” He replies.

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After countless days, you were now ready to be signified as one of the people, one of the Omaticaya.

Tsu’tey and Neytiri traced the white liquid onto you and Jake’s body.

You could feel yourself shiver as Tsu’tey’s hand dips into the bowl then traced a line down your lips. You could feel his concentration. You didn’t miss how his fingers lingered on your lips before removing them.

Tsu’tey was proud of you. Once you walked out with Jake, you could see all of the Omaticaya turn their heads towards the two of you. It made you shiver, you heart spiking as you made your way down.

You and Jake were still beside each other as Eytukan was in front of you. “You are now a son and daughter of Omaticaya.” He spoke in Na’vi. You stare at his gentle gaze. “You are part of The People.”

Eytukan both laid a hand on yours and Jake’s shoulder. You could feel yourself becoming one with them. Not just a person in an avatar body, but as truly one of the people. You see Neytiri clasps her hand on Jake’s body, a proud smile on her face, making you smile too.

Then you suddenly feel two rough, calloused hands rest their place on your shoulder and you immediately recognize who it was.

Tsu’tey.

And then a big feast was yet again held, celebrating becoming one with the people as you and Jake were now warmly welcomed by the others.

“Come, come dance with us!” Neytiri said, pulling you up from your sitting position. Your eyes widened as you gasped. “Neytiri, I’m no dancer!” You said, dark hue tinting your cheeks.

Neytiri smiled yet she was persistent as you already found yourself standing and being pulled along with her.

Tsu’tey didn’t miss the scene as his eyes followed yours, he watched as you began to dance along with the Omaticaya women. His eyes only focusing on your figure. He watched how you went from doing small moves into finally feeling yourself as your hips dipped and swayed to the drumming.

His eyes were only pried away when one of his friends talked to him.

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After finishing the dance, you laugh, out of breath as you and Neytiri conversed, making your way back to your original spot. You had a few drinks in your system that you didn’t even realize was possible, leaving your face lightly flushed and feeling confident.

Reaching the destination giggling to yourselves, Neytiri playfully shoved you against Tsu’tey’s front. You gasped as your hands placed themselves on his broad chest to stop the impact as his arms instinctively reached out to catch you.

“Enjoy (Y/N).” Neytiri teases before going to Jake, pulling him up from his seat and dragging him somewhere. You gasp at her, laughing to yourself, not realizing a certain warrior was now holding your almost intoxicated self.

Your attention was now turned to Tsu’tey as you looked up at him. “Hi.” You greet with a sheepish smile, your hands still on his chest., lingering there for a few seconds before you retracted it, the same with Tsu’tey’s arms.

You then tried to move beside him to sit when he suddenly grabbed your arm, making you stop and look up at him again, your breath hitching in your throat.

“(Y/N).” He said your name with his thick accent, his voice almost lower than its usual tone. “Hmm?” You inquired. Before you know it, he was leading you somewhere away from the people… somewhere secluded yet beautiful as the bioluminescence glowed and you could hear the trinkling of water somewhere nearby.

Tsu’tey did not know what he was doing, but he guessed it was time to say it, before everything was too late.

But he feels his words melt away as he saw you standing there, your hair was down in cascading waves from them being trapped in a braid for too long, you were wearing a top adorned with little flowers and vines as they littered your chest. You were looking around, your face in awe, admiring the flowers that glowed and the ground beneath you glow as you stepped.

Think straight. Tsu’tey tells himself.

Moving towards you, he reaches for your arm.

You glance at him with a smile. “It’s beautiful here.”

“(Y/N).” He speaks again. You listen.

“You are one of the people now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree,” He began, but the next thing he was going to say felt heavy on his chest. He looks into your eyes to find you staring at him. He opens his mouth.

“And you may now choose a man. The Omaticaya has made men into fine warriors, protectors, like Atsìì.” He spoke.

You recognized Atsìì, also one of the fine warriors in the Omaticaya clan.

But the way your face lit up at the mention of his name made Tsu’tey regret mentioning him.

“I know him,” you say, making Tsu’tey’s ear twitch but he ignores the gnawing feeling in his stomach. “But I don’t see him that way.”

He instantly felt relieved that he almost let out a sigh, he almost gave himself away.

“But there is this fine warrior.” You spoke, never taking your eyes off him as he listened.

“A very fine warrior who has a strong heart.” The drinks you had were really taking its effect on you as you slowly smiled at him.

“And he has taught me many things,” You decide to push your luck and place your hands on his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart as you inch your face close to his. “He taught me how to love.”

Tsu’tey’s hand rests themselves on your hips as he fully realized who you were talking about. You were talking about him. Him.

A proud smile slowly makes its way to his lips, his fangs showing as his tail flicked behind him. “I taught you how to love, hm?”

You nod, smiling at him. “You did, tìyawn.”

Tsu’tey’s head tilt at you upon hearing the word. You giggle, coming closer as he leaned down, your lips almost brushing his.

“Two can play at that game.” You whisper before his head dips and your lips connect.

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slutt4ellie · 9 months ago

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Sacred Hearts Entwined

(Bare with me this is the first story i’ve ever written!)

Ellie Williams X Reader

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Part 2 -> ✞

Part 3 -> ✞

What do you do when you’re falling hopelessly in love with your childhood best friend?

Summery: You’ve been friends since 2nd grade first meeting in school. Growing up in a religious background you’ve always been taught the “right” way to think. So why are you falling in love with her..?

Warnings -> Mentions of the “d slur” / Parents are controlling / homophobia / Both extremely confused of their feelings / cheating / (lmk if I missed anything else!)

WC: 2.3k

(Did not proofread!!)

The girl who caught your eye since you were kids, Ellie Williams.

Age 6 (grade 2) -

You didn’t have much friends, after all it was only grade 2 and being popular was probably the least of your concerns, at least that’s what your mom constantly told you.

Growing up as a naturally shy kid, meant going outside of the box to talk to people wasn’t precisely your idea of “fun”! That’s why you often dissociated, it seemed easier that way? So, as soon as the bell rang for recess you would go to the back of the playground where no one else sat watching the different animals the would scale the trees while the birds would flow through the sky.

But today was a different day, as you did that normal routine a girl sat beside you, freckles that trailed all around her face and light green eyes that shined in the sun with auburn hair which ended up being almost bright red in the sun.

“Do you like watching the animals too?” She asked fairly quietly looking at her hands, you sorta look at her and nod, to nervous to talk..

Age- 7 (grade 3) -

You shortly did learn her name after that moment, Ellie Williams. To be fair you actually started learning almost everything about her. She’s an only child, loves spending most of her time doing art or playing outdoors, she’s way more extroverted then you ever could be, and she has a pet dog named Max.

You and Ellie almost spent all your time together if not at her house playing outside then you guys would be cooped up in your basement finding new board games while your mother cooked dinner for you guys upstairs. Coming out of your shell with her seemed easier then other people, she made it easy. After all she didn’t get easily bored of my shyness through the beginning.

Age 10 (grade 6) -

“Okay push!!” Ellie groans pushing a trash bin closer to the convenience store ladder which leads to the roof. “Ellie this is dumb” You say on the opposite side using your back to help her push it. “Just relax! Once we get up there, then we can practically see the whole town!” She smiles continuing to push it “But if we get caug-“ You can’t even finish your sentence before she talks “We won’t get caught!” She says as the trash bin finally reaches the end of the brick wall.

“K boost me!” Ellie smiles walking up beside you as you slowly crouch resting your back on the cold metal trash bin, you put your hands in a cuff which Ellie’s foot rest in as you lift her up. She’s not even standing on the trash bin for more then 10 seconds before the bottom gives out and she falls feet first in the bagged trash “Ag fuck! Help!” Ellie groans trying to lift herself out.

You burst out laughing not even grabbing her hands to help her up and out, but now she yells “Help me!!” You’re still cackling as she practically falls out “Eww now you smell weird!” You laugh getting away from her “Oh yeah you want a hug?” Ellie says chasing after you as you run away into the distance.

Age 14 (Freshman year) -

“It’s bullshit!” Ellie says annoyed “They didn’t care about signing us up for a catholic school for the last 10 years” Ellie says kicking in her new shoes she got for her uniform “Maybe just a change of heart” You shrug almost accepting it “You barley even care” Ellie says looking at you “Us pouting isn’t gonna change our parents mind, the decision is final now?”

“I don’t wanna even go, I look really dumb in a skirt.” Ellie holds it up disappointed “Ellie you look fine in a skirt” You sorta smile looking at her “I don’t, I rather just wear the pants.” Ellie groans sliding her hands down her face dramatically “Well I think you look good?” You say partially because you want her to stop whining about it but mainly because you mean it.

Age 15 (grade 10) -

“So you’re going with Alex then?” Ellie ask looking at you as you read a book “I mean yeah he asked it would be weird not to go?” You sorta shrug “K..? I- We just always made fun of people who went to the dances, I just didn’t except you to suddenly change?” Ellie says, she wants it to seem like she doesn’t care but she’s genuinely doing a horrible job covering it. “I guess I didn’t get the impression you cared so much?” An annoyed tone leaking through your voice.

“I don’t.” Ellie says almost coldly adding on a few seconds later. “I’m probably gonna dip, my parents want me home soon anyway.” Ellie says standing up. You sorta just wave also not in the mood it’s been a long day and you don’t wanna fight with Ellie over a stupid thing like going to the dance with someone.

16 (grade 11) -

The moment where the story starts to go downhill, well this is it. You got together with Alex a few weeks after the dance and you’ve been together all summer. Leaving little time for Ellie, and don’t get me wrong! It’s not like it’s purposefully happening, it’s just the fact that you’re both at 2 different points and spending all your time with the person you’ve previously been doing that with for 10 years isn’t exactly on your top priority list. Ellie’s also just been weird around you, she doesn’t like it when Alex is brought up occasionally sighing every time he’s even mentioned or going on about how she can’t see you guys going beyond high school. And at this point you finally talk “You say it like you’re fucking jealous?” You say a bit pissed off.

“Why the fuck would I be jealous?” Ellie claps back. “I don’t know Ellie! Please you tell me, every time I bring him up it’s like the idea of me dating someone repeals you, I don’t get why you’re not happy for me!”

“Who ever said I wasn’t happy for you” Ellie says now no longer walking so she can actually look at you in the face. “You just imply it constantly, like am I missing something, did he do something??” You say actually wanting to hear her opinion, why she hates him. Ellie chokes up though, wanting nothing to do with the real reason she doesn’t like Alex.

“Because I-“ She stops, and switches what she was going to say. “Because me and you barley hang out anymore, last summer all we did was go to each others houses and now you have 0 time for me!” She sorta yells. “Because Ellie I have a boyfriend? Did you not except us to grow up?” You now yell back, this whole argument is picking up fast. “I expected you to have the fucking decency to hang out with me once in awhile, you think i’m some girl who’s just obsessed with you and it’s getting old” Ellie says hurt that becoming evident when her voice cracks. “Ellie I didn’t say-“ You can’t finish your sentence because she talks. “It’s fine we can hang out later.” She says turning around and walking away.

To be fair half of you wants to chase after her, talk to her like you used to before you guys even started high school, but you don’t. This isn’t a movie after all.

(Present: Saturday)

You and Ellie haven’t talked in about 4 days since the little fight, the annoying part of it is the fight wasn’t even that serious, it’s just neither of you know where to start.

Throughout your friendship there’s only been a few fights, none of them being at all important, dumb stuff like you never gave each others clothes back or broke a toy. Never something like this, something that actually had meaning.

You don’t even understand why it bothers Ellie so much that you’re dating Alex, she’s your best friend, if anything she should support it, you would support her? As of now though you’re trying to do everything in your power to completely ignore the fact you guys even had a fight, as long as she doesn’t talk to you and you don’t talk to her it’s fine! Right…?

That’s at least how you thought about it, avoiding it seemed like the best situation at the end of the day because you never had to confront the problem, you did that a lot. When you were 7 and broke a glass cup, the way you solved it was hiding it in between the tiny opening between your counter and oven. Which actually ending up working..till your brother found it and immediately snitched.

Tonight though there was a perfect distraction, there was a party and half the school was going to be there, I mean it was a safe assumption saying Ellie wasn’t going to be. She hated parties, she said “It’s like a bunch of toddlers in a room, not really anything fun about that?” Which wasn’t completely false but she rarely let loose and actually drank.

Tonight’s plan was to get blackout drunk, forget Ellie, forget school, just forget everything as of now, and just hang out with the guy you loved..?

Because you love Alex how could you not?? He plays football, is popular, has a bunch of friends, treats you nice! You would be insane not to like him!! So why does everything with him feel so stale and forced? Shit now you’re thinking to much about this, Ellie is just getting in your head.

So when it was 11pm and your boyfriend Alex picked you up you made sure to make him the only thing on your mind, hanging around him, being touchy, anything to convince you that you love him. “Baby can you get me a drink” He ask smiling kissing your cheek “Yeah of course” You smile walking over to the kitchen grabbing a red solo cup filling it up with punch when as you look up, there she in. Ellie..

“Real gentleman you picked out.” Ellie says sarcastically drinking out of her red solo cup clearly tipsy if not drunk. “What..” You sigh looking up at her.. “I said real gentlemen. I mean because he’s grabbing your drinks and all!” She smiles looking at you right in the eyes.

“Why the fuck do you suddenly care so much Ellie.” You say annoyed looking at her. “I don’t care I just know you could do better..” She shrugs looking at her red solo cup the confidence disappearing after that sentence. “Who’s the magical person who’s better for me then Ellie?” You look up at her

Ellie sorta shrugs. She wants to say her but she rather skip on border school because her stupid crush on you, if her parents found out Ellie would be kicked out in a matter of seconds. “I don’t know, just someone better” you just slowly nod as Ellie finishes her sentence “Thanks for that great speech Ellie.” Ellie grabs you arm as you try and leave. “When did you start settling for low?” Ellie ask looking at you “Fuck you” You push her.

Ellie pushes you back “You’ve changed” You quickly shoot back “You act like you fucking like me!” you say probably to loud “You seem like a dyke Ellie.” You don’t even know why you said that!..well you sorta do. It was to cover your own ass, it was better to say that then “I think i’m in love with you Ellie”. Ellie almost immediately steps back and walks out which prompted you to follow “Ellie I didn’t fucking- fuck.” You can’t even finish your sentence before she’s gone, at this point you’re almost sure you just fully screwed up your whole friendship.

(Sunday 3:47am)

You can’t fall asleep knowing you called Ellie that, it was a heat of the moment and you didn’t even fucking mean it, it felt so much easier then admitting you think you love her? What if she didn’t feel the same when, then the whole school knows you like girls and next thing you know your parents find out and you’re getting sent to a border school to be “corrected”! Fuck, fuck, fuck. You get out of your bed throwing on a t shirt and sweatpants, what are you even doing??

You quickly sneak out your window and start running to Ellie’s house which is about a 7 minute normal walk. As you run up you notice that Ellie’s bedroom light is on, so sneakily climb up onto the roof, you used to do that a lot during summer after your mom would say no to a sleepover but once you climb up Ellie’s window you lightly knock on it.

After about a minute and a half she opens the window and sees it’s you almost immediately shutting it. Before Ellie can shut it though she puts her palm on the window. “Ellie can we talk” You ask genuinely nervous she might say no.. “No, i’m studying?” Ellie completely lies but she just needs a shitty excuse “Ellie it’s Sunday can I just come in. Please.” At this point it’s like your begging and Ellie eventually opens the window fully. You step in looking at her “I’m so sorry” you say almost immediately “Mhm” Ellie replies, she doesn’t wanna here stupid ass sorry’s

“Ellie” You say looking at her.

And as soon as Ellie looks up you lean forward and kiss her. Ellie moves her hands on your face and you do the same..

But that moment is cut almost immediately right after when Ellie’s father walks in..

A/N -> I hope this is okay for my first post!! I’ve been reading on tumblr for about a month now and I thought making something could be interesting. I might make a part 2 depending on if I feel like it considering this story ends on a cliff hanger 😭

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lainiespicewrites · 10 months ago

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Electric Summer

I decided to start something new! I know I said I was going to try to finish Coach Sy first but I just don't have ideas for it. And this would not leave me alone.

Summary: OFC is a camp counselor. She and Sy used to be childhood besties and used to have a summer fling. But when they get older and school ends. She thinks she'll never see him again.

Warnings: none

Let me know what you think. Comments and Reblogs are always welcome

This work is totally my own and I own all my mistakes. Obviously, I don't own Sy.. man I wish

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This was easily my favorite time of the year. I love the fall and the smell of the leaves and cozy blankets and warm drinks. It was a beautiful time of year. Fall was my favorite season. But this was not that. This was magic. Summer’s always were. Even when the sun went down at 9pm and the sky faded to black there was still an electric energy that burned in the air. The nights weren’t over just because the sun had fallen. In fact that was the time when the best memories were made. Especially here. It’s so cliche, but to me this is the happiest place on earth. Forget Disney world. No, the best times were had slipping away from mom and dad and spending the summer with friends you hadn’t seen all year, jumping in the lake, tipping a canoe, hiking through the woods at night, sneaking off to steal a kiss with your crush behind the cabin, and warming up around the campfire at night.

This camp built me. It holds my dearest memories from my childhood and adolescents. When they messaged me and asked about coming back as a counselor it was an easy answer.

I looked over at my best friend pouting on my bed while I packed my suitcase.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna be gone all summer!” she grumbled. I laughed, shaking my head at her.

“I told you, you could come too! They need more counselors.” I stated, matter of fact. She scrunched up her nose and raised an eyebrow.

“I love kids but I’m not very outdoorsy, no way I’d last all summer! I’m too pale to be in the sun that long.” she retorted

“Fair, we’ve been swimming once this year and you’re already burnt.” I chuckled. I put another towel in my bag and she took it out and threw it on the bed. I sighed.

“It’s not forever V, you can literally come visit me.” I said “I won’t be on my phone much at all but I can give you nightly updates before lights out!” I promised.

“Fine,” she conceded, repacking the towel for me. “But if you meet somebody and start some whirlwind summer love you better tell me immediately! I want all the details! We haven't spent this long apart literally since we became friends!” I laughed

“I doubt it, but if the perfect man somehow manages to show up to sweep me off my feet at summer camp I’ll let you know!” I told her.

“It could happen! Didn’t you have a lil summer boyfriend when you were younger?” She asked. I thought back to my days as a camper. All the friends I’d made, the silly little camp crushes. Then there was him. For 3 straight summers there was him. I tried to resist it at first. He was incredibly charming. A lot of the girls had a crush on him. He was energetic and funny and he had this big smile. That first summer we became fast friends. I tried to ignore him but he wouldn’t leave me alone. If I got up to leave the group he’d get up and ask where I was going. When we had to use the buddy system for a game or a hike. He would claim me before one of my girls could. His friends would get mad at him for it. I never understood it. But camp was only 2 weeks long. I didn’t have enough time to dwell on it.

The next summer. He grew. He had to be at least a foot taller. His hair had grown out into these beautiful wild curls. I think maybe he’d started working out. He mentioned he was playing football in school. So maybe that was why he seemed more toned. He still had that big sweet smile. He’d grown into a gentle giant. It must’ve been fate that once again our cabins were paired together as a group. And because we’d become such good friends he sought me out immediately. Pulling me into a big hug.

“Hey girl!” He beamed, squeezing me tight. “Glad we’re here together again, how have you been?” He asked enthusiastically. I chuckled, my arms still wrapped around his middle as I found my footing again. He’d practically lifted me off the ground.

“It’s good to see you too, Logan.” I smiled. Despite how hard I tried, That summer, I could not deny that I had developed feelings for him. I was too shy to tell him. And I loved being friends with him. I didn’t want to lose that. However even though Logan didn’t seem to notice it was painfully obvious to one of my bunkmates.

“You should tell him you like him!” Tasha said, sneaking up behind me. This particular day the girls in our cabin decided to ditch the boys, who were off playing ultimate frisbee or something, and go on a hike.

“What?” I said quickly. She shook her head.

“Girl, you obviously have the biggest crush on Sy, you should tell him.” she repeated herself. I started to chew on my lip nervously.

“Logan? I… tosh… he’s my best friend. Aside from you of course,” I assured her, “I can’t tell him.” I said. She sighed dramatically.

“Why not? He’s literally so nice, the worst that would happen is he’d say he wants to stay friends.Plus I really think he likes you too!” she said hopefully.

“You can’t know that.” I retorted. She shook her head at me again.

“I’ve heard people talk about it. I was in the bathroom last night and I overheard these girls from cabin F talking, one of the girls said she’s really jealous of you because of the way Logan clings to you,” she argued.

“He does not cling to me,” I said.

“We had to tell him our hike was no boys allowed because he was gonna ditch the boys to come with us!” she cried.

“Maybe he wanted to hike?” I argued. Tasha gave up and just laughed.

“Girl you’re hopeless.” she said, as we continued to walk.

A few days later the boys and girls cabin went on a night hike together. It was a tradition. Something we did every year. We walked through the woods when it got dark and played games as a group. I hated it. It freaked me out. I was not a horror movie fan and this was like an invitation for a demon to jump out and attack you. Needless to say I was scared the whole time. Sy picked up on it immediately. Sticking with me the whole time. Distracting me and making me laugh. And when I got really tense on the walk back he grabbed my hand. When we were back in the clearing by the cabins Tasha looked back at us and noticed our hands smiling to herself. She stopped walking until she was next to me on the other side and whispered in my ear.

“Girl if you don’t tell him I will.” I pouted and gave her a look and she just laughed skipping ahead again to hold the hand of this year's camp boyfriend. Needless to say I still didn’t tell him. I spent the next week and a half doing everything I could to avoid it.

On the last day of camp a few of us were sitting in the grass in the sun soaking up the last few hours together before our parents arrived and we had to say goodbye. We were talking about our favorite things we’d done this summer. What we were gonna miss. Promising to keep in touch.

“Hey Logan, you know you only live like an hour from Lainie?” Tasha said all of a sudden.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, looking over at me with a big smile on his face.

“Mhmm.” she continued, "You guys could totally hang out sometime!” she exclaimed.

“How did you know that?” I asked her suddenly.

“I looked it up,” she shrugged. I rolled my eyes but then looked over at Sy, his long legs stretched out in front of him on the grass, leaning back on his elbows, the sun shining down perfectly warming his face. He looked beautiful. He had a sparkle in his eye when I met his gaze.

“What, you don’t wanna see me?” He pouted. “I think it’d be fun! You get your license in a couple weeks right?” He raised his brows eyes hopeful. I was surprised he remembered. We talked about it at campfire a couple nights ago. He told me he was saving up for his own car so he didn’t have to drive his brothers hand me down anymore. And I said I just couldn’t wait to be able to drive without my mom in the car.

“Yeah,” I said, “I do, and of course I wanna see you Logan,” I blushed.

“That’s perfect,” Tasha spoke again. “You guys could go on a date or something!” she winked.

“Huh?” I choked. Glaring at her. Logan didn’t say anything. Or if he did I was too shocked to hear what he said.

“Girl, don't act like you don’t have the biggest crush on him. We all know it.” I could feel everyone's eyes on me now and my cheeks were burning.

“Is that true?” Logan asked softly. I couldn’t look at him. I chewed at my lip trying to come up with anything to make this go away but I couldn’t .

“I-I …my parents are gonna be here soon! I need to finish packing!” I said and stood up quickly running toward the cabin. That wasn’t true. I packed everything this morning. I was bragging about it to him saying I had the whole rest of the day to enjoy what we had left of camp. He knew I was lying. I heard him call after me but I didn’t stop. Not until I got back to our cabin. The boys weren’t allowed there. I could stay there and hide until It was time to go. And that’s what I did. An hour later our counselor came to find me telling me my parents had arrived to take me home. I didn’t see Logan when I was leaving. I didn’t look for him. I was too embarrassed to find him to say goodbye. So I didn’t. I left without a word. And I felt horrible about it.

Another year came and went. Logan and I never met up after summer. I didn’t text him. I was too afraid. And I’d never given him my number. I was beside myself with nerves about returning to camp that next summer. It was my favorite place on earth. And my worst nightmare all wrapped into one. After the way I’d left things with him last year I was afraid to see him. I thought that maybe I’d get lucky and he wouldn’t be there the same week I was. Or we wouldn’t be in the same group. So at least I could avoid him. Even if it was gonna hurt.

Of course that’s not what happened. Again our cabins were in a group. The first day I avoided making eye contact with him. And I always stuck with the girls. I didn’t want a chance for us to be alone together. Conveniently Tasha couldn’t make it to camp this year. So I was stuck in the mess she’d made without her help. He and I were together for group activities but I didn’t talk much. I kept to myself. That worked for the first day. But it didn’t last long. During the afternoon at camp we didn’t have a lot of scheduled activities. So we could pretty much run around and do whatever we wanted. And since we were the late highschool aged group. We didn’t have to follow the “buddy system,” They encouraged it but I guess if we went missing that was on us. It was just after lunch. Maybe 2pm. There was this little circle of bench swings in the park. It was a great place to gather as a group. A lot of times we would sit and reflect on the day there before the campfire at night. But right now no one was there. I liked to keep a journal while I was at camp. To keep all of the memories. So I sat on one of the swings with one leg folded under me and the other dangling off to push myself on the swing. I didn’t see him coming. I was too busy scribbling down all of my thoughts. I didn’t notice anyone was there until I heard the creak of the chains from the swing directly across from mine. I looked up. Logan was sitting on the swing, his arms stretched over the back of it and rocking back and forth on his heel pushing the swing. I set my pen in my journal, closing it slowly, before I could speak, he said.

“Please don’t run,” His voice sounded deeper somehow even though he spoke softly. I knew he was from the south. He always had a bit of a twang but I’d never noticed that drawl like I did now. When he was pleading with me. I swallowed hard and nodded. “I don’t like this,” He spoke again when I remained silent. “I hate that you’re ignoring me.”

“I’m not…” I started

“You are,” He interrupted, letting out a deep sigh. “Lainie,” he said, my childhood nickname. The one he’d started to call me after we all shared fun facts about ourselves. It was the name all of my mothers family had called me since I was a baby. He’d never actually addressed me by my name from that point on. It was always a joke between us. A little sentiment that he claimed as his. It sounded sad now. As he pulled his eyes from the mulch on the ground to meet my gaze. “You are my best friend. You can talk to me. About anything. Hell, I’m closer with you than I am with any of my friends back home.” He said. “I know that things were kinda awkward when we left last summer but you didn’t even say goodbye.” He paused. I bit my lip, starting to feel emotional.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I was so embarrassed.” I finally admitted to him. “I didn’t mean to leave like that. But everyone was looking at me. And I was scared and I was afraid I was gonna lose you as a friend. But I guess I did that all on my own.” I sighed.

Sy stood up and crossed the space from his swing to mine. He paused waiting to see if I’d make room for him. Naturally I did. He sat next to me. Stretching his arm out behind me on the back of the swing.

“You couldn’t lose me if you tried darlin,” A soft smile formed on his lips. If I didn’t know any better, it almost looked sad. I could tell that he was having an inner battle in himself. “Why were you scared?” He finally asked. I swallowed a lump that was forming in my throat. There was no point in avoiding it now. He had to know that I’ve had a crush on him. Even I know that he isn’t too oblivious to realize that much. I felt my breath hitch when I felt his hand cover my shoulder. A gentle squeeze and a soft storking of his thumb brought my eyes to his.

“Because I didn’t want anything to change, what we’ve got going is good,” I spoke barely above a whisper.

“Why would…” He started. But I cut him off before I lost my nerve.

“Because Tasha was right. I did..do have a big crush on you. But it’s silly, and you’re such a great friend to me Logan, I didn’t want to lose that because of how I was feeling.” I rambled.

“Huh,” He breathed. “You have a crush on me? I never would of guessed.” He smirked. I pouted and smacked his shoulder.

“Sy, I’m serious!” I ran my hand through my hair and turned away from him to nervous to hold eye contact. I heard him chuckle softly before I felt his fingertips gently brush across my jaw turning me back to face him.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he paused regaining his composure. “You really think I didn’t notice?” He raised both brows and had a gentle smile on his lips.

“You knew?” I muttered softly still so embarrassed about the whole situation.

“It’s kinda what I what I was hoping for, I’ve only been flirtin’ with ya for two summers now,” He laughed. It was my turn to be confused. I raised an eyebrow. This only caused him to laugh more.

“You?” I paused trying to wrap my head around what I was trying to say. “Wait so?”

“I’d have loved to have taken you out, If you’d have given me the chance.” He explained. I hung my head resting it my hands and groaned.

“I’m an idiot.” I sighed.

“No,” Sy said, “I should have said something sooner, and Tosh shouldn’t have called you out like that. I’d known for a while but, I really liked the way things were between us. I didn’t see a reason for us to push anything.” He said slowly pulling my hand away from my face and lacing his fingers with mine.

“You really liked me this whole time.” I said finally looking up at him, relaxing a bit when he smiled.

“Since the day I met you.” He admitted. I smiled. And squeezed his hand I sat up moving to sit closer to him. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could one of the counselors was interrupting us.

“Hey guys you know the rules. No purpling, No PDA,” They warned us and stood there until Sy let go of my hand. They nodded at us before walking off to montier the rest of the play ground. Some of the younger age groups were playing in the park. ‘No purpling’ such a stupid metaphor. Girls are red boys are blue if red and blue touch it makes purple. It was so annoying.

“I hate that damn rule.” He grumbled. I giggled softly.

“Yeah, me too.” we both just looked at each other and smiled.

After that moment we spent the rest of that summer by each others side. Camp always seemed like such a short time and this time it seemed like it was slipping away even faster. We never made anything official but we did hold hands when no one was looking and occasionally we would sneak off from the group to have time alone.

One evening after dinner a few of us decided we wanted to take out some canoes on the lake. Of course the two of us took one out on our own. For some reason that night Sy was quiet. He had been a lot of the day. I finally decided to ask him about it. “Are you okay?” I asked after a few minutes of silence had passed while we floated in the middle of the lake.

“Yeah,” He answered quickly “Why?” He wouldn’t meet my eye.

“You’ve just been quiet, is something bothering you? You can talk to me.” I assured him. He sat there for a few seconds without saying anything before letting out a deep breath.

“This is gonna be my last summer at camp.” He said softly. My heart sank. I knew he was about a year older than me. And we could only come back as campers through the year after we graduated high school. But he was about to start his Senior year. He still had one more summer.

“But you haven’t graduated yet. You can still come back next year!” I said hopefully.

“It’s not that,” He bit his lip looking out at the water still refusing to look at me. “I signed up for the military. I’m gonna be in the army. I start basic right after I graduate. And then they’ll send me wherever they need me.” He said finally meeting my eyes.

“Oh,” I nodded. “So, after this summer, we won’t ever see each other again.” I said sadly.

“Hey, no,” he said, grabbing my hand, “We still got a whole year. I could come see you or you could drive to me and we… we could make this…” He trailed off.

“Logan,” my voice cracked as I started to speak. “You and I both know it’s not going to work. You’re going to be so busy with football and your friends and your family. And I will be too.” I felt him squeeze my hand and he nodded, a sad look in his eyes.

“I know, but I just got you, I don’t wanna let go yet.” He said. I felt a tear fall and I wiped it away quickly, not wanting to make him feel any worse.

“Maybe, we were only ever meant to have summer.” I said.

“Yeah,” He whispered. “Guess we better make the most of it.”

We spent every second we could together the rest of camp. Hell he even walked me to the bathroom. It killed me to know this was all we were ever going to be. I’d never met anyone like Logan before. I hated to say that I was in love with him. I mean I was only 16 but. It sure felt like it. We did every activity together, sat together at dinner. And he’d put his arm around me at campfire when the adults weren’t looking. The night before camp was over was the annual night hike. He knew how much I hated it. So while the rest of the group headed off into the woods he grabbed my hand and led us to another trail that led to an open grassy field. The boys usually played frisbee or softball out here.

“Logan,” I whispered. “We’re gonna get in trouble.” I said.

“They’ll never notice we’re gone.” He said. Pulling me into his chest and hugging me tight holding me for a moment. “I just wanna be alone with you.” he mumbled into my hair. He walked us out to the middle of the field and sat down pulling me down with him. “Come here.” He said laying back on the grass and pulling me into his side. I snuggled up to him laying my head on his chest. We laid like that for a while just silent. Looking at the stars above us.

“I don’t wanna leave tomorrow. I don’t want to have to say goodbye.” He said. I felt myself start to tear up but I forced them down.

“Are you scared?” I asked.

“No,” He admitted shaking his head. “My dad was in the service and my grandpa, my older brother. It’s just what we do.” He said.

“I hate this.” I sighed. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore or him.

“Me too darlin.” he said. We laid there in silence again. Until he spoke. “Would it… would it be too selfish to ask you to wait for me?” He asked. I felt tense. I sat up laying my hand on his chest and turned to look at him.

“Logan, you don’t need me to wait for you, you’ll meet some pretty girl in your home town. Some girl you can come back home too when it’s all over. You’ll have long forgotten about me when you come home.”

“I could never forget you Lainie,” He said softly. My breath hitched. His eyes bore deeply into mine. Even with nothing but the moon light and the stars lighting his face I could see he meant it.

“Sy,” I whispered. He caressed my cheek sitting up to close the distance between us. This would be the first time we’d ever kissed. Maybe the last. I could feel his breath against my lips as my eyes fluttered shut.

“There you two are!” The boys councelor called from across the clearing. “What were you thinking you had us all worried!” We’d been caught.

We didn’t kiss that night. We never did. The next day when my parents came to get me. He stood there outside of our cabin holding me tight. Neither of us wanted to let go. But he didn’t kiss me goodbye. We couldn’t do it. I guess it was better not to know what we were missing.

“I’m never gonna stop thinking about ya,” He said. As we finally pulled away.

“Neither will I.” I said

That was 7 years ago. We didn’t see each other after that. I cried and sulked the rest of that summer.

I shook my head bringing me back to the present. My best friend still sitting on my bed looking at me expectantly.

“Hello, Lainie,” she snapped her fingers.

“What? Uh yeah, I guess I did have a summer fling. I mean, we were never official, never kissed or anything. But that was years ago. Who know’s where he is now.” I said.

“Who knows. Fate has this way of bringing people together.” She said. I shook my head.

“You’re such a hopeless romantic.” I laughed.

“And you’re hopeless, would it kill you to belive in fairtales. Or romance.” she argued. I just laughed.

“You know what you’re right. You never know what will happen this summer, camp always has been a magical place.” I said.

A few hours later I was finally on the road. I felt the excitement rise up inside me as I passed the familiar rode signs. I was almost there. I thought my heart was gonna burst when I pulled into the long drive under the main archway. After parking my car I walked up to the main building to meet with the camp director.

“Lainie!” She smiled greeting me with a hug. “I’m so happy you were able to join the team this year!” She beamed.

“I jumped at the opportunity Becca, I wouldn’t miss it!” I said.

“We’re glad to have you, I’ll get you checked in so you can get settled and get your cabin set up and meet your co-coucelor. You’re with one of the boys cabins. You’ll be in cabin E and He and his boys are in A.” She smiled.

“Okay sounds great!” I was buzzing with excitement.

“I’ll let you get to it,” she said “I’m sure you remember where everything is!”

I unpacked my car and carried my bag and suitcase to my cabin. It felt so good to be back. I started to unpack and make up my bunk when I heard a knock on the screen door. I figued it must’ve been my co-concelor coming to meet me. I walked to the door stepping out on to the porch of the Cabin, seeing a man standing there. He was maybe 6,1 his hair was buzzed short. And he had a full beard. He had broad shoulders and a warm smile. His eyes went wide when they landed on me. And the moment I met the I knew why. “Lainie?” He asked. Still with that deep southern drawl.

“Logan?”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months ago

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girls just wanna have fun 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, blackmail, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your struggle to push back against your controlling father result in a misguided crush. (Silverfox AU)

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson

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Shelby shows up with her switch case slung over her shoulder. You don’t really touch your system anymore, only when she’s around. The last time you tried to boot up, the update took too long and you lost interest.

“So, MarioKart?” She asks.

“I told you, we’re swimming. My dad just left for his stupid work thing.”

“Oh, I didn’t bring a suit,” she frowns.

“Why? I said--”

“It’s late. The water’s cold,” she whines.

“Really, Shel,” you roll your eyes, “why don’t you just play your switch by the pool then and I’ll go swimming.”

“Wow, you don’t have to be rude. You know I’m not comfortable in swim suits,” she sneers, “what’s gotten into you, anyway?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’ve grown up,” you sigh, “I’m over playing video games in the dark. I want to live.”

“Fine, we can sit by the pool. Can I have a blanket?” She huffs.

“Whatever, grab one,” you wave vaguely. She knows where everything is.

You head off down the hall to the French doors and step out in the dimming air. The solar lanterns glow dully as the sky dulls slowly and you strut over to the pool in your new suit. The red might be a bit much but you’ve been working hard.

You sit with your legs in the pool as you search through your phone for a playlist. You connect to the bluetooth speaker and play some buzzy pop. Shelby comes out with a throw around her shoulders and her switch clutched to her middle. You don’t get why she’s so shy. She’s pretty enough and she has a nice shape to her hips. If she smiled and maybe did something with her hair, or wore nicer clothes she might not feel so crappy.

You hum along with the music as her nintendo tinks and deeps under the drone. You push yourself off the edge and dip under the water. It’s refreshing. You don’t see why she doesn’t just hope in in her undies. It’s just the two of you.

As you break the surface, you hear Shelby’s voice but her words are garbled. A low timbre comes in return and you whip around to face the fence. Sam’s once more popping his head over, leering as you wipe the water from your eyes.

“There you are,” he smirks, “was just checking in. Me and Bucky got some extra dogs and we’re about to do some smores. Wanna join?”

You nostrils flair and your lashes twitch as you consider the offer. Sure, you’d love to go over and show off your new fit for Bucky but if it means spending time with Sam, it’s not really an opportunity. You shrug as Shelby stares at her lap. Oh yeah, she’s shy. And the perfect wing woman. You can distract the pest with her.

“Do the smores come with drinks?” You challenge.

“Are you two a package deal?” He sticks his tongue, “don’t need a sausage fest.”

Shelby mumbles your name and gives a desperate look. You wade through the pool to the ladder and climb out, the water slaking down your body. You grab the towel from the chair next to your friend and wrap it around yourself, knotting it low between your cleavage.

“Sure, you like smores, don’t you Shel?”

“Um, yes, but...”

“Come on,” you turn and lower your voice, keeping your face hidden from Sam, “loosen up, alright? It’ll be fun.”

“Please,” she begs.

You hush her and snatch the switch, “come on or I’ll throw this in the pool.”

“You wouldn’t!” She exclaims as she stands.

You send her a darting look then glance over at Sam with a sickly smile, “will you be a doll and go get our drinks ready?”

He chuckles and winks before he descends back behind the fence. You grab the edge of the throw and rip it away from Shelby. You look her up and down and shrug.

“Just do me a favour and distract him, alright?” You snip, “tell him one of your jokes.”

“He’s a stranger,” she ekes out.

“His name’s Sam, there, not a stranger,” you drag her by her wrist through the yard and along the side of the house.

“But... he’s old. Why would you want to hang out with him?”

“It’s not him I’m interested in,” you growl, “okay? Look, it’s just a bit of fun. You don’t have to do anything. I’m not planning on it either. I just want a few drink and to flirt a bit. You said it yourself Shel,” you stop her just outside Bucky’s gate, “they’re old but they’re rich, got it?”

She makes a face, “your dad’s rich.”

“So’s yours, but they’re both assholes. When’s the last time you saw yours, huh?”

She looks away. Her dad’s always on some important business trip and her mother never mentions the perfume on his clothes. You hate to bring it up but you may as well get something out of some old pricks at some point in your life.

“Just smores, alright,” you promise her and keep hold of her arm as you knock on the gate.

“Hey, girls, give me a hand,” Sam calls over, “hands are full.”

You open the back gate from the other side and find him waiting with two bright bottles in hand. The coolers aren’t what you expected. Hadn’t he teased Bucky for drinking Corona?

“Smirnoff Blue Raspberry, huh?” You take one and read the label, “didn’t take you for the type.”

“Oh, I got a hell of a sweet tooth,” he purrs, “speaking of, who’s this little slice?”

Shelby gurgles and you try to ignore her awkwardness.

“This is Shelby, we’re like best friends. Since grade school.”

“Mmm, best friends,” he nods as he looks her up and down, “well, come on in. The old coot is searching for marshmallows. I swear if I wasn’t around, he’d lose himself too.”

“Sure,” you utter dryly and take the other bottle, shoving it towards Shelby. She takes it reluctantly and eyes it with suspicion.

“It’s fine, it’s like five percent,” you squint at the corner, “I don’t think that’s very much.”

“Oh. I didn’t know you drank,” she whispers.

“Not a lot but...” you stop and sniff the neck, “smells alright.” You taste the bright blue elixir and hum, “like a popsicle.”

She takes a reluctant sip and her eyes roung, “mm, yummy.”

“See, it's fine,” you elbow her as you follow Sam into the yard. You've never been this far.

You take in the large oval pool and the grotto hot tub to the far edge of the lawn. Just like the front, it's well-kempt. The patio set all matches perfectly to the tile around the pool.

“So, you guys hungry? Got some spicy hotdogs?”

You look at Shelby, she gulps down another mouthful to save herself from replying. God, you gotta do everything.

“We'd rather the smores. I don't eat whatever hotdogs are,” you scoff.

“Huh, makes sense,” he gives you a lurid look, “how about you, Shelbz? Don't let her do all the talking? You want a nice thick sausage?”

“Don't be gross,” you nudge him out of the way and flick your fingers for Shelby to follow.

She tails you across the grass and you spread out across one of the loungers. You just want Bucky to come out and see you. You just need a bit of a thrill to tide you over, to get you through your next vibe-assisted session.

“Guess I'll go check on that dope,” Sam mutters, “always keeping me waiting.”

“Fine, fine,” you dismiss him.

He retreats and you pose yourself on the lounger, adjusting the towel so when you move the right way it'll come loose. It's not much of a plan but you'll play it up.

Shelby slurps loudly and you look up at her, “jeez, Shel, slow down.”

Her bottle is almost empty as she wipes her lips with the back of her hand.

“I'm nervous,” she quakes. “That guy… he's so… is he flirting with you?”

“He's flirting with you, dummy,” you shoot back, “what's up? You want his sausage?”

You cackle and she nearly chokes, “you know I've never–”

“Relax, I haven't either,” you trill, “it's a game, Shel. They wanna feel like they still got game and well, it doesn't hurt to get a bit of attention, does it?”

“I… guess not.”

“Don't even worry about it,” you snort, “they're probably getting close to bedtime. Just smile, will ya?”

She forces a smile and looks down at her bottle. Maybe she should have another drink. She's such a wet blanket.

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suuuupernovaaa · 2 years ago

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kawnglan

kawnglan [ˈkawŋ.lan] adj. malicious, bad hearted

Anonymous Request: Can I request a fic where Neteyam is being teased by Aonung and Lo'ak for not choosing a mate. It leads to the three making a bet that Neteyam has to court someone within 3 months and have the person fall for him. Neteyam does it just to get them off of his back, but eventually falls in love with the Metkayina reader, only for the bet to be exposed, making the reader feel like a game and a laughing stock to the boys even tho Neteyam's feelings became real.

The moons are high in the sky when I return home late that evening, a smile spread widely across my face that I don't think will ever fade.

The last few months have been the best and strangest of my life. Never had I imagined, when the Sully family had arrived on our shores, that they would effect my life so deeply.

One of them, in particular.

Though I was an orphan in the Metkayina clan, that didn't mean I'd grown up alone. I had an entire community around me, supporting and loving me. I had my tulkun sister and my friends, plus my aunt and uncle, to help guide and keep me safe as I grew.

But something was missing. I had always hoped that, when I was of age, I would find a mate to truly become my family.

I had just assumed he would be Metkayina - but Neteyam, the oldest son of the Sully family, had caught my eye the moment he set foot on our beaches.

He was tall, as tall as his father, and broad-shouldered, with long braids and a stern face, until he smiled, and then he became soft and kind; you could see who he truly was.

It was a long time before we spoke for the first time, but I spent time observing him and wondering how to introduce myself. Eventually, he did it for me, walking up to me on the beach and asking about the net I was using.

He asked me to teach him, and from that day on... Neteyam was always there, nearly everywhere I went. I couldn't remember the last time someone paid such attention to me, listened so intently, made me laugh so hard; it was a joy to spend every day with Neteyam.

On this night, just three months after that first time we spoke, I finally told Neteyam how I felt - that it was as if that missing piece of me was replaced, that he filled a hole inside of me that had been aching for so long.

And he told me he loved me.

I practically skip home, lighter than air, tears of joy on my cheeks, so proud to have earned the love of such a kind and gentle Na'vi.

"Y/N!" I turn to the right, and see Kiri coming my way. I wonder what she could be doing out so late, when most of the clan is asleep. I try to wipe the tears from my eyes, embarrassed by them even if they're happy tears, but she notices as she reaches me.

"Oh crap," she says, her shoulders slumping. "Did they tell you about the bet?"

I tilt my head to the side. "The bet?"

Her sad look turns to shock - eyes wide, mouth open - and she takes a step back.

"What bet, Kiri?"

As she tells me a story, a rage rises within me more powerful than anything I've ever felt.

I don't make it home that night.

Neteyam is up early the next morning, despite being up late the night before, eager to find Y/N. Last night was the best night of his life - but today, he has to tell her the truth. He can't stand it anymore; it feels like lying to her.

The bet on the beach that day was so stupid. Aonung and Lo'ak, both younger than him and happily mated, continued to tease him for not having shown interest in a woman.

Neteyam, hurt and embarrassed, chided back that he could have any woman he wanted.

Lo'ak challenged him, pointing to the closest Metkayina woman, and telling Neteyam that if he could get that woman to fall in love with him in three months, he'd tell their mother who truly destroyed her favorite necklace years ago.

Neteyam had been taking the heat for that one for too long - and he readily agreed.

He had not really thought the bet was something anyone would follow through on. He thought he would make a show of talking to this woman, and everyone would have a good laugh and forget everything... but things had turned out so differently.

He hadn't expected her. Of course she was beautiful, but you could tell that from a distance. It was up close, talking to her and spending time with her, that quickly made Neteyam fall in love.

The bet was far from his mind when he approached her every day. He wasn't doing this to get Lo'ak to confess to some teenage crime - he was doing this because he was infatuated with this confident, strong, fierce, talented woman.

"Neteyam, I must tell you something," she had told him last night as they sat on the beach, holding each other close and looking out at the waves. He felt a pang of panic in his chest, thinking someone had revealed the truth of their first meeting to her, but she went on to say, "I've always felt like something is missing. My parents died when I was little and it sort of felt like I missed out on a family. I always hoped, when I met my mate, I would feel sort of, you know, complete... and I do. I feel that with you. Whole again."

Tears sprang into Neteyam's eyes. She was whole without him, but he was still so happy she felt this way. He told her immediately that he loved her, that he wanted her to be his mate, and that he would never let her feel alone again.

And now, he has to tell her the truth - that this started as a silly bet, but it's so much more.

I have not slept the entire night, despite trying. I thought the crying would wear me out eventually, but sleep never comes, and I continue to cry through the night, until I'm all out of tears.

When the sun rises the next morning, I stay curled up against the wall of my mauri pod. I am too embarrassed to face anyone again.

Though my anger is mostly focused on Neteyam, I also feel betrayed by Aonung and Lo'ak, who instigated the bet and never thought to tell me that I was being tricked the entire time.

I was walking around like an idiot in love! And it turns out, I was just an idiot.

There will be no family for me. The hole I feel inside my heart is widened now, and I fear there's nothing that could fill it.

The tears start again, and I hear his voice. "Y/N?"

He's at my archway, and I huddle against the wall. "Go away."

His footsteps approach, and I feel him kneel behind me. He places his hand on my shoulder, and I flinch away, crawling to the other side of the pod, crouching down to glare at him.

"Go away," I reply with a hiss, and his face falls.

The expression is unmistakable. He knows that I know.

"Get out!" I scream, hissing once more, crouching as if to attack, though I barely have the strength to stand.

Neteyam surprises me by leaping forward, grabbing me by my upper arms, and forcing me to look into his eyes.

"No! You will listen to what I have to say, and then decide."

"Decide what?"

"Whether you want to speak to me again."

I stand up, breaking free from his grasp. "Speak, quickly."

He rubs his forehead, clearly not prepared to explain himself. "I don't know what you heard, but... here's what, this is what actually happened. Lo'ak and Aonung, they were making fun of me, telling me it was clear no woman was going to be interested in me, if they weren't already. Joking about how, I couldn't talk to women. So I, I said some dumb stuff, about being able to get any woman I want."

I scoffed, stepping away from him. Did he think this story was going to help?

"Just listen!" he insisted. "Lo'ak made a bet, said if I could get a woman to fall in love with me, he'd tell our mom the truth about something stupid he did years ago. Anyway... Aonung pointed you out. I figured I'd walk up to you, make a big show of talking to you, and everyone would forget about the bet. It wasn't serious, and it wasn't nice, to take it serious. It wouldn't... be fair, to anyone. So everything after that first conversation was real, Y/N." Neteyan drops to his knees in front of me, reaching out to grip my thighs. I want to shove him away, and I want embrace him, so I stand there, as still as possible. "I wasn't trying to convince you to fall in love with me to win a stupid bet. That's how I ended up speaking to you... but it isn't why I kept speaking to you. I fell in love with you, Y/N, almost immediately. Everything about you is... so impressive.

"You're the most talented, smart, and strong woman I've ever met. You are fierce, almost terrifying, and I was so proud that you taught me to make that net, so proud you wanted to keep talking to me. I almost forgot, about the dumb bet that brought me to you. I wish I could forget. I wish I could make you and everyone forget."

I sink down to my knees before him, and see the tears in his eyes, the way his lips are trembling, and he places his hands over his heart.

"I felt so foolish, when Kiri told me... I felt embarrassed, and hurt. To have told you that, that you are my family, and to find out it could all have been a lie," I reply. I take one of his hands from his heart, and place it over mine. "Promise me, Neteyam, that you do not wish to make me a fool. Promise me, Neteyam." I thought I could not cry anymore, but the tears fall down my cheeks freely again, and there's a burning in my chest.

"Y/N, I promise that I have truly loved you every day since the moment we met. I should have been honest with you right then and there. I will never forgive myself for hurting you. Never."

His fingertips press into my chest, and he is crying as hard as I am now, and I know that this is truly Neteyam.

Honest. Kind. Thoughtful. He would never have led me on for three months, and he would not be crying before me now if I did not mean something to him.

I lean forward, pressing my cheek to his chest, and he wraps his arms around me.

"Be my mate, before Eywa," he whispers. "Let me make this up to you every day, for the rest of our lives."

Through the tears, I smile. "Yes," I whisper back. "Just make me one last promise."

"Anything," he says, and I lean back to look up at him.

"Tell me what stupid thing Lo'ak did years ago."

A wide grin spreads across his face, and we both laugh. Just like that - the hole is filled, and I know everything will be okay.

#neteyam #neteaym x reader #neteyam fic #avatar 2 #avatar twow

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niki-phoria · 2 years ago

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A jealous Chishiya because reader got a new male bestfriend and spends more time with them then with him?

bringing this gif back bc i love him sm

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.8k

warnings: ooc chishiya, reader gets drunk, kind of an arisu heavy fic lol, lowkey strugged with this one i hope it isn't too obvious

additional notes: in my flop era <//3 also i have my act tomorrow send help

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i really like this idea, i hope you like it :))

requests open !! read my rules first

“come on y/n,” kuina urges, dramatically sighing. “it’s been so long since we went out together!”

“okay.” she cheers when you agree.

“great! i’ll meet you by the pool.” you hum, watching as she rushes out of the room. chishiya glances at you for a second as he continues tinkering away at another kerosene bomb.

“you’re really gonna go out and party?”

“you know kuina. she’ll never stop asking,” you lean down to peck his cheek, smiling when chishiya turns to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. “besides, it could be fun.”

he hums in agreement as you leave the room, making your way to the pool in search of kuina.

you find her sitting on a beach chair already making conversation with two new people you’ve never seen before. the man has long, shaggy hair. he’s wearing a blue t-shirt and a random pair of swim trunks. a woman sits beside him wearing a peach jacket and black biker shorts. they’re listening to kuina intently. new beach members, you assume.

kuina perks up as you approach, greeting you with a smile. “this is y/n,” she says, tugging you down to sit beside her.

“arisu ryohei,” the man bows.

“usagi yuzuha,” the woman smiles.

“l/n y/n.”

“i was just telling arisu and usagi about how the beach works,” she says. “they got here earlier today. did you really win a seven of hearts game?”

you just barely miss the brief sadness that crosses his face before arisu nods. “is that good?”

“that’s great! we didn’t have one of those.”

“they’re thinking about promoting you to be an executive.”

“an executive?” usagi repeats. “what is that?”

“they help advise hatter,” kuina explains. “you probably met some of them earlier when you first met him. what other games have you played?”

slowly, your conversation shifts from the beach and the games to you personally. you find yourself joking around with arisu and usagi late into the night. it’s only when you yawn, rolling the stiffness out of you neck as you look up at the sky. it’s late - later than you usually stay out. the stars are visible as they shine brightly in the sky.

“i should head to bed,” you say, forcing yourself to stand up.

“me too,” usagi agrees.

“i’ll see you tomorrow?” arisu asks.

“see you tomorrow,” you smile.

you find chishiya still sitting at the desk in his makeshift workshop after a few minutes of searching. you sit down beside him, leaning against his shoulder. he reaches over to take your hand into his, letting you intertwine your fingers together. “where were you?”

“with arisu, usagi, and kuina,” you yawn.

“tired?”

you hum. “i have a game tomorrow.”

“come on,” chishiya coaxes you to stand up as he leads you back to your shared room. “let’s go to bed.”

you let him lead you back through the hotel. you quickly kick your shoes off by the door before pulling chishiya to lay down with you. he presses a kiss against your forehead as you relax, falling asleep safely in his arms.

arisu nervously glances over at usagi, leaning over her shoulder to see her assigned group. “we won’t be together,” he says. “be careful.”

“you too,” she says before she’s called away to the car that will drive her to her game.

you reach over to pat arisu’s shoulder. “usagi is smart. she’ll be fine.” he gives you a wary nod as he follows you to your own car before ann begins driving you to your game.

the phones are set out on the same white table they always are. they have thick plastic casings around them as you reach over to grab one. “they’re waterproof,” arisu mumbles.

ann simply hums as she leads you down a staircase and into a small room. the water just barely reaches up to your knees when you step into it. a variety of cords hang down from the ceiling. on the wall furthest away from you, there are three switches labeled ‘A,’ ‘B,’ and ‘C.’ kuina stands in front of a sliding door. a light bulb hangs from the ceiling behind her.

along with kuina, there are three other people already waiting in the room: two men and two women. they awkwardly stand away from each other as you wade through the water over to the switches. arisu follows you as ann stands in front of the door.

“what do you think this is?” arisu whispers.

your reply is cut off when your phone chimes with an announcement. “registration closed. difficulty: four of diamonds. rules: there is a light bulb in the adjacent room. one switch connects to the light bulb. when the door is closed, players may flip any switch, but when the door is open, players may only flip a switch once. the door will not closed if there is a player inside of the room or if a switch is flipped. game clear: players unanimously answer which switch turns on the light. game over: the water level rises and touches the high current lines.”

as soon as the announcement stops, water begins flowing into the room. next to you, a woman raises her hand to touch one of the wires. her body convulses when she does before falling to the ground - dead.

“those are the current lines,” ann sighs, pushing her sunglasses up over her head.

“what should we do?” a man asks. he’s wearing a blue button down shirt and khakis. he stares at you with wide eyes as he glances between you and the others.

“why don’t we just flip one?” another player suggests. his jacket has been tied around his waist and a baseball cap hides his hair. “that leaves a 50/50 chance.”

“66%,” ann corrects. “arisu, what should we do?”

arisu nervously looks around at the other players before looking at you. he turns around to face the switches, anxiously debating which one he should flip - if he flips one at all.

“why are we letting him decide?” a man yells.

“because we’re testing him.” ann silences any arguments before returning her attention to arisu once again. “arisu?”

the water level continues rising. it’s higher than your knees now, nearly reaching the middle of your thighs. he hesitantly reaches over to grab the first switch - switch A. you give him a small, reassuring nod before he makes a decision. “close the door,” he instructs before pushing the lever up.

it almost feels a little anticlimactic when nothing immediately happens. the water continues rising up to your hips. you ignore the concerned looks from the other players as you wait.

once the water reaches your chest, arisu pulls the lever back down. “open the door!” he yells. despite her confusion, kuina wades through the water as quickly as she can. another player helps her force the door open, revealing the light bulb. arisu flips the B switch, waiting a few seconds. “kuina, go check the light!”

she makes her way into the room, reaching up to touch the bulb. she flinches back, wincing. “it’s hot!”

“it’s switch A!” arisu yells. the water stops immediately after his answer.

"game clear. congratulations." a familiar announcement plays.

a few seconds later, it begins to drain out of the room. he lets out a relieved sigh, leaning back against the wall.

“you did good,” you reach over to pat his shoulder. “thank you.” arisu gives you a small smile before following after you as you leave the room.

chishiya is leaning back against the wall with his hands shoved into his pockets when you find him. he silently greets you with a small half-smile as you join him in observing the beach members. the partying started picking up even more as the sun sets. music blares from the speakers as people mingle around the pool.

“y/n,” arisu smiles as he approaches you. usagi follows just behind him. “do you want to get a drink?”

“sure.”

you don’t notice chishiya’s surprised glance as you follow arisu and usagi to a pair of random beach chairs. he silently watches as arisu hands you a beer. you smile brightly, throwing your head back in a fit of laughter.

chishiya can nearly feel his jealousy building inside of his stomach. he’s hyper aware of his surroundings - careful not to show his feelings too much - though even he has a few tells. his eyebrows furrow slightly, eyes squinting as arisu tells yet another joke that makes both you and usagi smile. his half smile has completely disappeared and his jaw is clenched slightly.

he isn’t sure how long he’s been standing there, watching you. the sun has set completely by now; plunging the beach into complete darkness. you’ve slowly dranken at least four bottles of beer as the night continues dragging on.

chishiya startles slightly when kuina speaks. he was so focused on you he hadn’t noticed her approaching or standing beside him. “someone’s a little jealous,” she teases. her smile drops a little when he doesn’t react. instead of replying with a snarky remark of his own or making an attempt to swat her away, he remains quiet, still watching you joke around with arisu. “chishiya?” she sighs, crossing her arms over her chest as she rolls the cigarette between her fingers as she debates what to say next. “look, y/n loves you. they would never do anything to hurt you. arisu is a funny guy. i’m sure he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

chishiya simply hums, pushing himself off of the wall. his gaze remains fixated on you as he walks over to where you’ve been sitting for the past few hours. you reach up to grab his arm,as he leans down to whisper to you. “it’s late, we should get to bed.”

“okay,” your words slur together as you stand up. chishiya is silently grateful as you cling to him. he snakes an arm around your waist to support you. “goodnight,” you wave to arisu and usagi as he helps you back towards your shared room inside the beach’s hotel.

you lazily blink up at chishiya with a small smile as he lays you down on the bed before sitting down beside you. “you were watching me all night,” you say, moving to lean against him. “are you jealous?”

“you’re drunk,” he says, coaxing you to lay back down.

“and you’re not denying it!” you use your body weight to push chishiya down onto the bed, maneuvering your own body over his own. you smile up at him from your position against his chest. “i love you. even when you watch me and my friends like a creep.”

chishiya can’t help the slight chuckle that escapes him as you nuzzle closer against him. he wraps his arms around your waist, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i love you too.”

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koririmao · 1 year ago

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k so i was thinking about best friend!hao x u doing anatomy homework. imagine hin asking you for some random body part and if you got it right he WOULD KISS THAT PART hwheh

-💌

tiger stripes | zhang hao

pairing| bff!hao x chubbyfem!reader

cw| fluff!, slightly suggestive?, kissing body parts, mentions of abuse, common fem insecurities (you're beautiful and worthy, don't let anyone tell you any different ilysm <3)

wc| 1.1K words

prolouge| ever since the zhang family moved next door, little you and little hao have always been the best of friends, doing anything and everything together being only children and neighbors. your favorite game was pretend doctor where you would take turns being the patient. this ignited a spark, encouraging the both of you to take medical courses in the future. similar as you are, both of you grew up differently as he was raised in a loving an encouraging household, while you were being beaten up by your step father every day until you turned 16 when your mom finally caught him in the act and forced him to move out.

playlist| all of me by john legend "love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections"

ask from 💌 anon| "k so i was thinking about best friend! hao x u doing anatomy homework. imagine hin asking you for some random body part and if you got it right he WOULD KISS THAT PART hwheh"

a/n: the way this ask was so convenient because im a nursing major and were about to learn muscle anatomy next month? ilysm 💌 anon <3

one warm summer evening, as the sun dipped behind the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, you and hao found yourselves alone sitting on the floor of your bedroom. it was finals week and you decided to procrastinate the whole two months now you're stressing over how you're gonna do in the exam. you knew how careless you were and you knew you should've had that mindset months ago to scare yourself but we can't turn back time now can we? in complete utter desperation with no other choice, you decided to phone a friend and he arrived at your doorstep in a jiffy — literally, he was just next door.

fifteen minutes after you sent your text, the doorbell rang making you rush down the stairs but your mom got to it first. she opened the door to hao, grinning from ear to ear while holding out a container. even in a casual shirt and baggy pants, he still looked very presentable. "good afternoon, mrs ln! my mother baked these cupcakes earlier, they're still warm!" he handed it to her using both hands. "oh why thank you, hao. come, come in, ill get you something to drink" your mom gestured for him to come in as she made her way to the kitchen. upon entering, he noticed you from the flight of stairs and smiled wider.

and that's how you ended up gossiping and laughing on the floor while eating the cupcakes and drinking milk. you caught a glimpse of your beside clock while trying to catch your breath. "holy fuck it's 8:57 already?!" your eyes widened while wiping away the crumbs and icing from your lips. "guess we spilt too much tea" hao chuckled. you took out the cue cards you had prepared and gave it to him. "okay, no more mucking around. let's get some work done!" you dust the crumbs from your hands together before sitting down in a more comfortable position.

twenty minutes have passed and you made zero progress so far. hao even tried repeating the same question after every other one but you still couldn't get it through your thick skull. "it's hopeless, im never gonna be a nurse. guess you'll have to find someone else to be your assistant" you bent your knees up to your chest as you buried your face in them. "hey, hey, don't say that" hao scooted closer and hugged you while rubbing your back soothingly. "i wouldn't dream of having anyone else helping out dr. zhang, hm?" he lifted your cheeks to make you face him, smiling in reassurance.

"i'll tell you what, for every muscle you get right, i'll kiss you right there" he brushed a strand of hair from your face behind your ear. you felt your face heat up as his words echoed through your ears. "w-what?" he snickered. "well, maybe you're having trouble learning about the body because you're not giving enough love to this one. so, i will be doing it instead" he took her hand and kissed it. at that moment, you came to the realization that you started to see hao differently over the years since puberty so this was all coming to a surprise — but you liked it.

renered speechless, you gave a small nod as a response as he scooted backwards and took out the questionnaires once again. "let's start with an easy one, where are the biceps located?" you flexed your arm and pointed at it with a smug face, making both of you laugh right after. "that's right, good job yn" hao leaned forward and gently pulled your arm towards him before kissing your bicep, fulfilling his promise from earlier. you pouted and puffed your cheeks as you tried reverting the blood rushing to your face. "cutie" hao cooed at you and pinched your cheek before sitting back up.

"next, can you tell me where's the tendinous inscription?" you thought for a few seconds before finally pointing at it, poking your belly in the process. "good job, princess" hao liked giving you those nicknames since neither of you were dating anyone, no one was going to be jealous about it. he lifted your tank top ever so slightly and planted a soft kiss just above the belly button. "that tickles" you giggled in response. you should have kept that to yourself, tho. after saying that, hao kept on kissing, even moving around, painting your belly with his lips. "hao, stop!" you whined in between your laughter while trying to push his head away. hao finally declared defeat and stood back up, drinking some milk to rehydrate his palette.

"now, where were we?" he hummed as he was looking for a harder question. "ah, yes, the sternohyoid!" he gave a cheeky grin. you shifted your gaze to the side, trying your hardest to remember what it could be. giving up, you took the chances and pointed on your forehead. "hmm, are you sure?" hao asked in a teasing manner however he has been using thag to play mind games on you and thought you weren't gonna fall to his tricks again. "positive" you smirked to yourself, almost tasting the sweet victory. "aww, you're wrong, sorry" hao pouted while crossing his arms to form an x for incorrect. "oh, dang! i actually forgot that one, where is it again?" you innocently asked.

hao smirked and took this opportunity to lean towards you and kiss your neck. "here" he looked back at you, smiling feeling proud of himself as you froze in your position. "hey, you said you would only kiss me if i got the answers right" you smacked his arm playfully. "yeah but, i was really hoping you would get that one" he bit his bottom lip and winked at you. you rolled your eyes as he only snickered in response. he shuffled all the cards and pulled a random one from the deck.

"ooh, the gracilis!" hao widened his eyes while reading the question. "ah, i know this one because my step father used to always complain about it - its somewhere here" you encircled your inner thigh. "thats correct!" hao clapped and cheered making you also clap in response. hao carefully spread your legs apart and started lifting up one of the leg openings before you grabbed his fist, stopping him. "hm? what's wrong?" hao looked up at you in between your thighs. "y-you'll see my stretch marks..." you looked away while hiding half of your face with your hand. "so? if tigers can proudly flaunt their stripes in the wild then so can you" he continued exposing your thigh before kissing it. "that's where the gracilis is" you bit your lip as your face flushed pink, looking at where he just kissed you. not only that, that comparison made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. maybe hao is right, this body isn't so bad after all. you're just a fluffy cat in this world full of strays — with tiger stripes.

#zb1 #zhang hao #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zhang hao imagines #zhanghao #zhanghao imagines #zb1 smut #zhang hao smut #zhanghao smut #body posititivity #💌anon <3

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aluria-sevhex · 5 months ago

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the power of friendship didn't work :(

[Hi, stardust! If you wanna read all of her posts as she plays through ISAT, they can all be accessed in this masterpost and are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

This particular post starts in the middle of a play session and conversation directly following the last one, so it might be a good idea to have read that one first!]

notes:

-hm? the stars? yeah what *is* Sif's deal with them. so help me if the kid is right and they came from the sky-

-""how do you deal with it?" (you don't.)"

-hehe Sif is thinking of a loophole

-D: i messed up with Bonnie

-guess i'll talk to Loop

-Bonnie's favorites are rice and pineapples... and the third thing isn't palmiers... so the third thing has to be the samosas

-oh my god. Sif asked if Loop is jealous of his allies, and Loop was like "like what? like i'm your partner waiting for you to come home and then when you do all you can do is talk about hoe much fun you had with your friends?"

BUDDY. YOU'RE TELLING ON YOURSELF.

-"forget i said that. it was an awful metaphor." mmhmm. hmmmmmmmm

-oh? if they're not jealous of the party... are they jealous of Sif?

-gonna loop to help Bonnie

-huh. if i zone out the skill won't be as useful. i won't then

-"Isabeau looks nicer, you think" hehe

-:o the second time, Siffrin thinks the belief should change

-"but changing the script is scary" oof

-gonna have to find a craftonomy book

-"also, why am i thinking about candles right now?" strange. oh yeah it *was* in one of the dorm rooms

-i accidentally zoned out for Odile's thing this time ;_;

-FUCK I DON'T KNOW THE TYPE OF SAMOSAS.

WAIT. BONNIES PROFILE.

"Weak to: Cheese

Resists: Veggies"

...FUCK I MESSED UP

-talking to Isa. "you will always make the joke. you have to keep some sort of routine to stay sane, and if always making the joke is how, so be it." funny but also D:

-??? Sif and Loop just had a thing about how quiet Sif is...

-time to loop forward to see what the samosas' deal is

-looped to Floor 3. gonna find a craftonomy book

-HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE POWER OF CRAFT BREAK A

-oh THAT'S where a chain for the pendant is!!!

-hm. apparently Body Craft is illegal in Ka Bue, but if you know where to look...

-in the bathroom again. eavesdropping.

-"in some countries we would be expected to talk about the men in our lives and nothing else. would you like to do that" "we've only got the one man, madame, and ew" LOL

-oh my god. they're talking about Isabeau confessing.

-love how Odile and Bonnie have figured out that Isa has a crush on Siffrin but Sif and Mira are oblivious. truly an aspec mood

-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT WHY DID A SIFFRIN SPRITE APPEAR I JUST GOT A FUCKING ACHIEVEMENT FOR IT HUH???

-oh did i completely misinterpret that part of Bonnie's profile

-looping back

-time to help everybody again

-"(say the line, Siffrin)"

-"coming to a country she has no ties to, but wanting to create those ties herself. it feels almost revolutionary."

"you're jealous." oh?

-...what if Siffrin is from the country that disappeared. it makes sense with all the weird shit, and would also explain why they don't remember much of it

-time to help Bonnie!

-also i am once again wondering what the deal is with Siffrin and stars. 'stars' is in the game's title and they clearly have some sort of importance... fuck it speculation time. what if Loop and Siffrin are both from the same place (possibly the disappearing country) that had a lot of ties to the star or the sky or something, and Loop was in a time loop or something st some point for some reason, maybe to fulfill a purpose, failed, and is now trying to help Siffrin with whatever the purpose of Siffrin's time loop is

-anyway. Bonnie time!

-:0 Bonnie wants me to teach them how to fight

-awwwwwwww this is so fucking precious

-Sif. did you seriously fucking forget thst you don't like being touched? or are you that oblivious.

-...OH. awwww :( they do like it but he's not used to it...

-:0 BONNIE'S SISTER NAME REVEALED (Nille/Pétronille)

-oh wow Nille is just like me fr fr (i don't like being unexpected touched, and there's been times where it ended in me screaming too)

i am not able to suplex people tho lol

-feel like Siffrin's memory issues are either magic bullshit or. trauma? or. magic bullshit AND trauma? idk but this bitch is not mentally healthy

-lol??? Bonnie poked Sif XD

-LMAO SIF FUCKING TRIPPED- wait. whh does that have ominous audio

-OH? Sif lost their eye protecting Bonnie?

-i don't think Bonnie's apparent guilt is JUST about Siffrin, it's gotta be at least a little about Nille

-AWWWWWWWW BONNIE HUGGED SIFFRIN

-time to help Isabeau!

-hold on gonna talk to Loop first

-lol Sif asked if Loop and the King are friends

-ok. listen Siffrin. what the FUCK do you mean by "it's complicated" how does one have a complicated relationship with the fucking stars???

-ok NOW i'm helping Isa

-...oh my god. Isabeau's name. is a pun. (－‸ლ)

-:0 they're staring at the sky together

-hmmmm why do you wanna change the subject, Sif?

-also it's so sweet that Isabeau noticed the little things :]

-shy nerd Isa does not compute

-PLEASE ISA CONFESS ALREADY THIS IS PAINFUL

-Aaaajdjkaskdljdjdjejfjghtjgjgjgjfn

-ToT THE TIMELINE IS *DETERMINED* TO MAKE SURE THAT ISA NEVER FUCKING CONFESSES

-hehe Bonnie, Odile, and Mirabelle arrived

-gonna go thru the entire House in one loop >:)

-"You have ENOUGH of all those STUPID SADNESSES standing in your BLINDING WAY." Sif is getting SICK of the loops.

-...uh-oh. everybody's scared? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT LOOP(?)

-kinda like when Bonnie was shown to have been listening in and it culminated in them saying they hate Siffrin over and over before things rewound slightly

-"don't kill it in one strike, or they'll notice"

-...i can make it so Sadnesses run... shouldn't i buff my friends' levels tho? so they have all their skills.

-I GOT THE SHARPENING STONE

-fuck. Sif almost forgot to stop Isabeau from running into the Tears

-Sif is now thinking about the difference between Tears and being frozen in battle and nearly panicking. i think this game should be renamed Anxiety Simulator 2023

-if i had a nickel for every RPG i liked where the main character is depicted in monochrome and has severe mental health issues and is in some sort of cycle, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

-Frin once again said nya and is sick of it

-Siffrin's accumulated stats + the stat boosts from the hangout memories make the group *terrifyingly efficient*. i made it so the Sadnesses are scared of me but i hunt them down anyway just to get those levels for the skills. i am attaining godlike power by the standards of this place and it is horrifying

-every time i get a notification that Siffrin's leveled up i get kinda scared...

-CRAFTONOMY BOOK FOUND! TIME CRAFT CRASH COURSE!

-O_O CRAFTING TIME WAS HYPOTHESIZED TO REQUIRE KILLING THE USER

-tbf Sif's time loop abilities do have weird limits... like absorbing the memories of battles to go forward...

-time to call Loop!

-dang. that was not as helpful.

-hey i found the hand-drawn tarot deck and got a 2 of Swords this time

-Floor 1 boss time

-snack time!

-picking the onigiri this time

-going to log off for the night

-back

-obligatory title screen music appreciation :D

-hehe talked to Bonnie after the snack time

-"which one am I?" "you're my cousin who i see once a year and we have a really really good time!"

-:0 one of the papers in Euphrasie's office is a love letter from Claude

-hm. a spreadsheet with two columns: "Save Vaugarde" and "Other"... the first one has a lot of names, the second doesn't

-:0 the person didn't give their partner the earring yet

-"(You're not sure how many deities you worship.)"

-uh-oh. i think Odile thinks it's sus that i knew about the familytale

-the book on shields "smells weird"

-I THINK ODILE THINKS IT'S SUS THAT I KNEW THE CARROT METHOD

-"you pick up the key, and do not think about how bad you are at your job"

-ohhhhhhhh wait does Odile have two names because she's half-Vaugardian? either that or. a gender thing?

-hehe Bonnie is saying it's stupid to talk about what'll happen if we lose

-awwww everybody promised that we'd protect each other

-"the taste is familiar to you, somehow" yeah cuz i ate fish heads on a previous loop

-"Sif is MY Siffrin nickname, Mira." lol

-ok Odile definitely thinks i'm sus

-...SOME. CRAFTS HAVE A DISTINCT SMELL. I KNEW IT. SUGAR. TIME CRAFT IS SUGAR

-YEAHHHHHHHH TIME TO UNITE THE PENDANT AND CHAIN

-oh :< doesn't work

-oh fuck Sif u ok?

"(Nothing ever goes right in your life.)" (and the text is shaky :( )

-hehehe note earring

-hm. the pottery class has issue 87

-bathroom break!

-Sif feels... happy?

-"even though you're not friends, you're just allies" idk you guys seem like friends to me

-uh. Sif is calling themself stupid again.

-that weird ghost Sif again...

-i am definitely not the only person to compare the paper Tristesse to SOMETHING. but i'm doing it anyway

-hehe level 69 nice

-...did i need to sharpen the Keyknife before opening the door?

-hm where's the last of the bomb components located? the gizmo-gadget is in the room and the secret ingredient is in Claude's hand... but what about the thingy-thing?

-YES SIF YOU ARE ALL FRIENDS

-FOUND FAMILY MY BELOVED

-SNACK TIME

-malanga fritters :D

-"in this moment, you are loved"

-:o Mira is brushing Sif's hair

-hehehe Sif wants Isa to be emotionally vulnerable first

-the King fight music slaps

-no it was not always this easy to fight him

-...who helped the King harness Time Craft

-the universe? ...wishing on a star...?

-Isa can't remember... hm...

-why don't they know what the universe is???

-Mira saw an article that said the King is from elsewhere. maybe he's from the disappearing island? or wherever Sif is from. altho those two places might be the same

-THE TALLNESS. JUST HAPPENED???

-what can he see?

-how is freezing Vaugarde the universe's will?

-...what if. what if the only way to break the time loop is to let the King win. just let him freeze everything and leave Vaugarde.

-"you know it's just a way to make you stop fighting, but..."

-i have once again killed the King

-..."I can never go back home." T_T

-i don't think friendship will fix the loops. currently talking to everybody

-GOD FUCKING DAMMIT ISA WHEN WILL YOU CONFESS LMAO

-*sighs* time to talk to Euphrasie

-I KNEW IT. IT'S THE SAME. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

-Siffrin calling himself stupid counter just went up :(

-and again...

-...Odile?

-Siffrin's friends are noticing that something's wrong

-...and. i looped again.

-TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT THE TIME LOOP

-i think Sif called themself stupid again... and again

-:0 memory of Family... a way they could catch up?

-:( Siffrin wants Isa to touch him. but it'll never happen.

-talking to Loop

-aw. when asking Loop how to help everyone and then selecting who to help, Siffrin refers to them as family members now :]

-OK I CAN ASK LOOP ABOUT THE WEIRD SIFFRIN SPRITE

-RE: Isabeau trying to confess and Siffrin being oblivious, Loop is probably thinking "wow! this motherfucker is so dense!"

-logging off for now

#Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)#in stars and time #homegrown post #in stars and time spoilers

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06sunnybunny06 · 7 months ago

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Part 3 (Aren't we friends?)

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♡♡♡♡

The kingdom of Archon Krio (Snowy)

Run, run, just run. Anywhere, but away from him!

My head was pounding and my legs were hurting. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. The burning snowstorm did not allow him to escape from his embrace. Mad laughter came from behind. This is a sign of his approach. - "No. To return to his hands again? I don't want to!"

Tears flowed down her cheeks, turning into icy droplets. My legs started to hurt terribly. You're tired. Your foot tripped over a snag, knocking you into a snowdrift. This was the last attempt to act in any way. "Maybe when he notices the body, the life will have already left me?" - Unfortunately, your thoughts were drowned out by the crunch of heavy footsteps.

- Nice try. I even thought that I had already lost you.

Despite the whole situation, his tone was still playful. You ran away. She ran away almost as soon as he moved away from your temporary shelter. It was a great plan, but judging by the result, it wasn't good enough.

Ajax easily picked you up in his arms. First he looked at your half-conscious face. When his eyes revealed no injuries or frostbite, he chuckled contentedly.

- Let's get you out of here. It will be a miracle if you don't get sick after that. I know how much you like our games, but I'm seriously asking you. Don't bring it to injuries. - The last words were spoken in a serious tone.

You don't remember what happened next. Just a wonderful dream from a previous life. A warm breeze played with your hair when you were flying a kite in the form of a child. Mom and Dad were sitting next to each other. They have the same peaceful smiles on their faces as you remember them. For some reason, my heart felt so painful and anxious. The kite flew out of the hands of an already adult girl when a thunderstorm was approaching in the sky. The place where your parents were sitting is empty. Loneliness consumed you and then you remembered.

His eyes flew open, staring at the ceiling. It turned out that the tears were real. Ragged breathing broke the silence in the room. You're here again. It would have been better to die in that snowdrift than to come back here again.

How did it all start? Oh, yes, with the news of your wedding. You went to Snezhnaya to meet with Child's family. He was obviously glad that he had already taken his fiancee with him. It seemed to you that all this was more like a performance than a real marriage of two lovers. Moreover, it's unexpected, but it couldn't be any other way. If only recruitment into the ranks of Fatui. So, Child is yours in every way, but at what cost?

After your wedding, his chains seemed to fall off, opening the way to you. He was weird before, but now he seems to have turned into a real obsessive maniac. When you arrived at this establishment, the dressing room was already filled with your new clothes. Although you never mentioned your size. Okay, winter clothes, you've never had them, but you have everything from outerwear to underwear. You doubtfully decided to omit this point because Child has always been generous. Perhaps someone convinced him to prepare for your arrival. There's nothing wrong with that.

Child's family turned out to be exactly what he was talking about. A real big family with loving parents and siblings. They welcomed you warmly. The mother's eyes showed that she was afraid for her child's future. Now that he has you, will he be able to temper his ardor? From that moment on, Child wanted to hear his real name, Ajax, from your mouth.

You did not stay in your parents' house, because you had your own corner, albeit temporary. Until the next departure on the harbinger's assignment. Naturally, you will have to go with him. The trip can take from several months.

"If I'm far enough away, how can I protect you?" Besides, Fatui are not particularly friendly. Leaving an angel like you with them is fraught with bad consequences for your psyche. Or there will be some idiot who will fall in love with you, and I would not like that.

You had no choice but to agree. Moreover, the trip will not hurt anyone. If he is traveling for work, then you can relax in peace, enjoying this or that country. But something was still wrong. For some reason, my soul is not at ease from the presence of your spouse. Maybe it's because of his grip, which is getting heavier and lingers longer than usual. Maybe his eyes are as dark as the depth itself, which scan your every move. His awareness of your life was terrifying. Yes, you were friends, but you were careful with him and never told him unnecessary information. I really want to get my old life back.

Ajax looked into your shared bedroom, thinking you were asleep. When he saw your open eyes, a smile appeared on his face.

- Thank the archons, you have woken up. The doctor has come to examine you. He claims that your health is not in danger, but strongly recommends that you no longer go out in light clothes. I had to tell him that you were sleepwalking, which is why you ended up on the street almost naked.

Of course he lied. What kind of crazy person would even decide to run away from her own husband in a snowstorm in the woods?

- Child, let me go.

His eyes instantly darkened. The figure of Childe looms over you, leaning on the hand that he brought to your face. "First of all, my name is Ajax. Secondly, it is impossible, given our circumstances."

- Then maybe I should die." Not really, but just to fake his death.

He chuckled when he heard your suggestion. - " Did you really decide to leave me all alone when you and I got married?"

There are tears in your eyes. There was nothing you could do but convince him.

- You've done a lot of bad things to me. You've made my life a living hell. Everyone I loved is dead. And it's all your fault.

He grunted in displeasure, looking away. "Do you really blame me for the death of your family? I told you what happens when one of the Fatwa members turns traitor. I didn't know until one of the soldiers reported the location of the deserters' hideout. Who would have thought that your parents were one of them? Is that the only reason you decided to run away? When did we come all this way together?"

You pursed your lips. His words accused you of doing it because of a little tantrum. Like a child who was not allowed to do something, and he took it with hostility. It's a shame.

It seems that fate itself is waiting for you, revealing the dark side of Ajax, as it should be. Some time ago, one of the employees came across you dropping reports. When he quickly disappeared apologetically, you noticed another piece of paper that had fallen behind a large flower during your encounter. You wanted to catch up with him, but your eyes noticed something much more interesting. The report clearly states who died at the hands of the organization and for what. The names of people I knew seemed to glow on the paper in red ink, and most importantly, who exactly started this operation was your husband. It looks more like a betrayal than an accident. If he was planning to commit genocide in your village, then what the hell does he need you for? Questions raced through my mind. It feels like you're going crazy. There is a clear line between the concept of "lying for good" and just lying. But what Child did was a real scam.

Considering that you are now surrounded by snow-capped mountains and forests, there is no direct exit from here. Are you trapped and with whom? Someone who buried your past with his own hands. If you go anywhere, you will be guarded. With such soldiers, you need to be practically invisible to slip away unnoticed. It seems that the cryo archon itself has taken you into its cold hands, despite its blessing of the cryo archon. There is only one thing left - to go to certain death....But this idea also failed.

Ajax tried to calm you down somehow by stroking your head. It's all about love. Yes, it's love. From your first meeting, you naively relied on Childe, knowing nothing about Li Yue, as if you were already connected. He remembered his younger brother, Teucer. Curiosity, naivety and a desire to live in a bright world accurately described your condition. The great similarity between you has activated the role of protector in the harbinger's soul. Your face sometimes took on a childish expression rather than an adult one, like other residents of Li Yue. This is a city of contracts, where everyone has an idea about finance, business, and so on. It is not difficult to see visitors, especially those who do not understand anything about society. It's like being born in a safe cocoon and being thrown into this dirty, cruel world.

He immediately noticed the snow roots in your face, behavior and manner of speech. It remains only to find out whose fruit of love you are. Imagine his surprise when the soldier sent your relatives in search of you. He talked about people who live in a small hidden village located in the middle of nowhere. In fact, these are the disappeared Statues. Each of them had some kind of tragedy behind them. From death in the clutches of one of the monsters to death as a result of natural disasters. Who had the imagination for what. His breath caught in his throat. Isn't this a great chance to win your heart? This is a great opportunity to make it clear what will happen if your family somehow deprives him of the opportunity to be with you. That was the plan-just to get to know each other better. But the former Fatui had other thoughts on this matter. They decided to fight for their existence, someone tried to escape. When he personally plunged the water blade into your father's body, your mother just stared, losing all hope. You and she really have something in common in your face. They didn't acknowledge your existence. It seemed like they didn't have a daughter, but what they left behind proved the exact opposite. Your room is tiny compared to what he can give you. Your clothes smelled like you, as if they had been taken off recently. He took away almost everything that reminded him of you. When Tartaglia turned to the still-warm bodies, a glint on the woman's finger caught his attention. A silver snowflake ring. This decoration will be a good addition to your love.

He sighed blissfully. Now there are no obstacles to creating your cozy nest. All that remains is to protect you from the Queen's influence. She'll be glad to see a soldier with his cryo element. But all this was not for her, but for Childe.

- I won't give it to anyone...

He is afraid of losing you, as well as his family, because of Fatua, because of the queen. They are all dangerous to you. Tartaglia specifically develops strength in order to protect her loved ones, but in your case this will not be enough. It will take a trick. Only marriage remains. Yes, this is what you need. You didn't realize at all that you grew up among traitors. Child, on the contrary, saved you from their influence. Fortunately, his nonsense reached the ears of the ruler. She blessed your marriage. That was enough to take you under my wing. The most important thing is that you don't find out the whole truth. That's what he thought until today.

Something was wrong. Your face didn't show its old smile during his departure. My gut was bothering me. When Ajax came home, you weren't there. You just disappeared. When he went outside, panic seized him. There was no one in the yard. "Where the hell are all the employees?! Why isn't anyone looking out for her?!"

When the guy didn't find you, he was overcome by a feeling of anger mixed with madness. He started laughing out loud. He couldn't even save one jewel. Calming down, Child began to act. Even if you left, you wouldn't be able to get far in such a storm. There were footprints in the snow. Your footprints. The panic began to recede, but there are many dangers in the forest. Plus, if you add a snowstorm. Unless you die of frostbite...

He was happy that you were alive. For some reason, you don't want to see him anymore.

"You know, I risked my life to save you. Do you have any idea what I'm like? Taking care of my family is part of my responsibilities, and now you've become a part of them too. All my life, I've done everything just for the people I love. Don't I deserve the same love from you?

His desperate thoughts surprised you. Until the Fatuis noticed your presence, they sometimes talked about Ajax as a killing machine. They were afraid of him. But this is not a monster in front of you right now. This is a man with his own fears and desires.

And here it is again. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed you. He's doing it on purpose! How many times have you fallen for his manipulations, but if you think about it, that's how it is. He protects you, pays for everything necessary for your comfort. If you weigh the scales, then his side will be heavier than yours. But his love is scary and obsessive.

You groaned in displeasure. My head is about to explode from so many contradictions. One person has just appeared in your life, and has already caused so many problems.

"I-I can't leave you, no matter what.... - Tears started flowing from your eyes. You're desperate.- I do not know what to do. It hurts me, I'm scared. You are guilty and at the same time not guilty at all. Why is all this happening to me? I wanted to live freely, like an ordinary person. To look at the stars when I can't sleep, to get up early because of workdays. There are all sorts of goodies, and when the weather is very warm, go to the sea. But none of this makes sense right now. Because of the connection with you, I feel like a puppet who is controlled the way they want...

Emotions have enveloped you. You burst into tears, having no idea how to continue living. Ajax lay down next to you and hugged you. Who knew that your tears are so exciting? His arms wrapped around your sniffling face as your lips closed with each other. His tongue found its way into your mouth without difficulty.

You were so preoccupied with your grief that you didn't notice how the light nightgown was slipping down. His hands started wandering over your body. The kissing tracks first marked the chin until they were at the level of the collarbones.

You exhaled when you felt a big cold hand squeeze your chest. Fingers squeezed the hardened nipples, playing with them. Ajax, for the sake of keeping warm, did not take off his clothes, continuing to descend lower and lower over your body.

Wait, what are you doing? - You realized his actions when Ajax started pulling off your white lace panties. His personal gift.

- Isn't it time for us to fulfill our marital duty? I'll prove to you how much I care about you. He licked his lips, admiring your entrance. He just wanted to taste her. His tongue began to wander over sensitive lips, penetrating inside. Whatever your taste is, it's divine, and now it all belongs to Ajax.

You tried to restrain your moans, feeling how pleasant it becomes in the lower abdomen from your husband's courtship. It feels like a knot is being tied inside. Your hand tried to pull his head away from your vagina, but Child wrapped his arms tightly around your legs for support, not allowing you to move an inch. He clung like an animal, absorbing any secretions. And now you are already standing at the aisle, breathing becomes heavier, the rhythm is faster and, finally, liberation.

With a loud groan, you sank onto the pillow. The blood was throbbing in his temples. It was so nice. The blanket with Childe rose above you. His chin was covered with wet tracks, and his tongue was defiantly licking everything off his fingers.

- Look what you've done. If you didn't love me, this wouldn't have happened. "Your face is red from his teasing.

"Are you kidding me again?" I can leave if you don't finish!

He just giggled at your threat. - "Well, no, since we started, we need to finish."

You felt something hard pressing between your legs. " Do you feel it? This is the fruit of my love. He's only like this because of you, silly. He must be deep inside you for us to finally connect."

You were scared. "It will be unpleasant for me. And if it hurts?"

-Shh, I'll be careful not to do that. - Ajax kissed your forehead, soothing you.

You closed your eyes, listening to him unzip the zipper. Something solid began to invade your space, which caused an unpleasant stretching. You suffered a little discomfort clutching the blanket in your hands. There was a groan from Child.

- God, it's so tight. My dear, you have received me so well. I entered almost completely.

His lips pressed against yours as he began to move slowly. His arms wrap around yours without opening them. After a while, the discomfort was replaced by pleasant tremors. The rhythm became even faster, accompanied by moans in your mouths. The room was filled with heat, moans, and skin-to-skin patting. A knot began to form in my stomach again. Ajax pulled away from you, forming a bridge of saliva between you. His eyes looked into yours with love, his cheeks were covered with blush. He hugged you again, moaning right in your ear.

- I love you, I love you so much. You have no idea how long I've wanted this!

He didn't mention that his patience could have broken down much earlier. How he wanted to kiss you, put you on his desk, spread your legs and enter. To taste you. These thoughts made his groan louder. At one point, you both froze, freeing yourself. His white milk mixed with the secretions inside you. You were breathing heavily, calming your breathing, when you felt the tremors resume.

- what? Isn't that all?

Ajax looked excited, and hearts seemed to appear in his eyes. "But we didn't fully enjoy it! I want more. You can't refuse me, can you? I've done so much for you."

It was more than once. You've already stopped counting the number of orgasms. He started all over again anyway, changing his position one by one.

Almost in the morning you were lying unconscious, hugging each other tightly. Ajax opened his eyes for a moment, listening to your measured breathing. He did everything to make you lose your strength for something. The guy hoped that your thoughts would now be directed in his direction, and not be sad about the death of your family. He is ready to please at least every day, for the sake of your love. You're not going to get anywhere anyway. Maybe if you create your own family, you won't torment yourself with the past anymore?

Ajax sighed blissfully and kissed your forehead. He got comfortable, hugged you tighter and plunged into the land of Morpheus.

#yandere #genshin #genshinimpact #tartaglia #genshin_impact #Genshin impact #childe #genshinheadcanons #headcanons #childe x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia

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secretlythepits · 5 months ago

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Atta Girl

We were 2 blocks from home.

There were patches of nasty traffic I had to manage my emotions through. It was effortful.

All day I had seen a bright blue sky I wanted to be under, but most of it was blocked by frosted glass. Late in the day storms came, the blue turned to gloom just in time for us to enter it.

The day was supposed to be 4 hours max, to which I added 2. It was 8 hours, 2 missed meals. And when it was finally time to go, my husband remembered his fmla paperwork and called an administrator as the iv was literally being taken from his arm. We waited for her to come. We had spent 8 hours in the building doing nothing. The nurse offered to hand off the paperwork. My husband wanted to stick around and do it himself. I wanted to scream, but kept it buttoned. We cleared the room so someone else could use it and were back in the lobby. After 15 minutes my husband decided to give it to the nurse after all.

I drove home.

Traffic is extremely stressful for me and always makes me work very hard to calm my nervous system. My husband criticized me for not edging out a driver who was looking to cut me off. I should maintain my lane position and not give an inch, even though it could mean an accident. Even though I still got by without him cutting me off. I let it pass.

Two blocks from home, I should turn here, not up ahead. I say, “Hey, if I’m going to be the driver…”

He cut me off. Dove right into always/never accusations of all time. It quietly dawned on me that he hadn’t thanked me. I adjusted his blankets dozens of times. I helped him to the bathroom probably 10 times. I got his food and drinks. I sat in the itchiness of missing a summer day while he mostly slept. And he didn’t thank me. I feel the need to hear it until I heard its opposite.

I’m so angry. I’m angry that it made my old feelings of resentment at his care because he neglected my care when I had a brain infection for 3 years! I had processed that, but poke deep enough and the wound is still there. I am angry that as a woman no matter what sacrifices I make, it will just be considered my duty as a wife. All sacrifices women make only hurt themselves and are never appreciated as sacrifices because deep down there is a core belief that our lives are supposed to be sacrificed. They are never our own precious possession. I am angry that the choice is: eat sh*t or argue, when all I wanted was to set a simple boundary. I am angry that his side effects will hit in the coming hours and days to and now it’s not easy to just be kind and generous. It’s an effort and burden because I have to tamp down this anger to do it.

And it didn’t need to be hard!

I am angry that I came home and my son hadn’t thawed the food I asked him to take out of the freezer and it was too late, so no good meals all day for me. I am angry that my other son didn’t turn on the damn robot vacuum cleaner like I asked him to so the floors are dirty. I am angry that I texted both kids 10 times each and only got 2 replies. I am angry that breakfast dishes were in the sink and the boxes I told them to move were left to trip over in our entry. I am angry that they are annoyed at me when all they did was play video games all day.

I feel like today should have ended with an atta girl!

But it’s not just my family I’m missing it from. It’s hard for me to feel good about myself when everyone I live with is mad at me. I know they are wrong, but it doesn’t change the vibe. I don’t deserve to sacrifice my whole day for others and then not even get to feel good about it.

I deserve a f**king atta girl!

Thanks, Mom.

You’re the best.

I love you.

I think it’s time I start talking to myself:

Atta girl!

You are welcome.

You’re the best.

I love you.

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eilinelsghost · 4 months ago

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loved your arafinwë and dinrod amd pie hc and wanted to send an ask but can’t decide what numbers. so. what about. *all* the sensory asks for finrod? 👉👈

Ok, anon, it's 4 months late but I promised I would do it and I have done it: the complete list from this sensory headcanons ask game filled out for my favoritest guy of ever.

I think for the sake of the "collection," I'll paste the ones I've already answered into this too so you have the complete set all in one place.

Alright. Here we go. My Finrod sensory asks magnum opus:

1. Their most visually striking feature

Many people would say it's his hair, but those who are closest to him will tell you it's his eyes. They are grey with just the barest hint of blue, the clouds of a light rainstorm with the sun beginning to break through.

2. The colours they wear / look best in

Dark green or a rich, deep blue are his go-tos. He looks great in dark red also, but only wears that rarely.

3. Their favourite kind of view

Beside a grove of trees, looking out over a body of water. The breeze merging the sound of leaves and the sound of the waves, the sky opening out in a huge expanse over the water and filling his lungs with ease. ("View" for him is all the senses together - his "felt sight" and visual sight are inseparable.) Originally answered here.

4. Do they prefer bright lighting, dim lighting, or darkness?

The hours between one and the other, or lighting that reflects that. The perpetual twilight of Alqualondë is what he remembers from his happiest years as a child. Consequently he feels the most at peace when that sensory trigger is present. So the moments between night and dawn, the end of evening, the soft twilight of Nargothrond lit by Elven lamps.

5. Do they prefer wide open spaces or enclosed spaces?

Open spaces. One of the reasons the caves along the Narog appealed to him so much was because of how vast many of the caverns are. There was no feeling of claustrophobia when he was guided through them. Originally answered here.

6. Some of their favourite flavours or foods

Much like Aegnor, he too loves the Telerin seaweed candy and Círdan will often send it with the merchants and messengers to Nargothrond. Honey, clover petals, freshly baked Atani bread, a tart and peppery leafy green that the Sindar often use, raspberries, red wine (he prefers his more dry than Aegnor does), and while he lived among Bëor's people he discovered he likes the flavor of pickled foods. Originally answered here.

7. What they smell like

Heather blossoms and wild meadowsweet

8. Their favourite scents

Sea salt in the wind, snowdrop flowers, damp soil (especially just after the rain), freshly risen bread dough, cedar oil.

9. A scent that makes them nostalgic

Rose water. Eärwen would use it after she washed each evening when he was a child in Alqualondë. Now it reminds him of nestling against her as she sang him to sleep with the sea breeze drifting in through the windows. Originally answered here.

10. A texture they hate

Touching silk or similar fabrics when his hands are rough from working with stone. It catches and sticks against the skin and it makes his spine crawl.

11. A texture they love

Freshly risen bread dough. He would watch his mother make bread when he was young and she always let him punch down the dough after it had risen. He would linger then and run his fingers over it, soft and warm and almost dry to the touch before it was kneaded. Occasionally he will make a loaf in Beleriand, going solely by the memory of his mother's work, and sit with the scent of the working yeast, with the touch of the risen dough, the lingering memory.

12. Their feelings on physical touch

Big fan of this. He is very affectionate in both word and demeanor, though he can also hide behind this when it comes to articulating or pressing into his genuine feelings.

13. Their ideal climate and weather

This is one I struggled to answer. He is so fascinated by the variations that I think he finds it hard to know for himself what his favorite is. He quickly grows attached to new places and environments and holds each in its own unique place of love and favoritism. However he is probably most relaxed in a climate that includes clearly demarcated seasons.

14. Their favourite type of music

The songs Eärwen would sing, held over from the Great March and the from the time the Falmari lingered on the shores of Middle-earth before setting out for Valinor. Later, it shifts to Atani dance music and the haunting melodies of the song-lore that Balan would sing.

15. A sound they can't stand

Notes that are off-pitch, especially from stringed instruments, will send a sharp pain through one of his back molars.

16. A sound that makes them sad

Water lapping against the shore. It opens up the feeling of gaping emptiness in his gut and a deep, insatiable longing for home.

17. What their voice sounds like

This one is surprisingly difficult! There is so much about him that is clear as day to me, but for some reason his voice has always been a bit elusive. I think...mid-tenor for speaking, a fairly wide range for singing, though I don't think he goes lower than baritone. Often you can tell there's a laugh just under the surface.

He imitates others' voices quite well, which I think comes from being very attuned to ósanwë. He can step into the familiarity of the other person's mind, in a sense, and the voice comes easily from that. It's a great party trick.

He once did this as a youth in Valinor when he and Turgon were nearly caught stealing a pie from the palace kitchen in Tirion. His imitation of Finarfin's voice from behind the closed door was so convincing that the attendant returned with compliments to the cook and consequently brought about a rather awkward conversation between said cook and the real Finarfin later that evening. FInarfin didn't have the heart to correct the situation and "un-compliment" the chef or to deny that he had missed the pies from his childhood so much that he snagged one immediately upon his arrival from Alqualondë, so he resigned himself to receiving a pie delivered to his chambers as a gift whenever he visited Tirion. On the first time a gift-pie was delivered, Finrod found a large slice waiting in his own chambers with a note in his father's handwriting: "for the young lord Arafinwë whose appetite is as keen as his scheming." Originally answered here.

18. The sounds they make when experiencing intense emotion

It's when he is feeling emotion and doesn't make any sound that you know it's of the intense variety. If he is angry and snips at you, you're fine. If he is angry and goes into icy silence. Well. That is not good.

19. Something that viscerally disgusts them

Rotten fruit. There is something about it that he can't quite articulate, but it gives him a gnawing sense of disgust and dread.

20. Something that makes their skin tingle

Watching someone else draw or paint. His father did not do much in the way of typical Noldorin craftsmanship (forgework, stonework, etc) but was a skilled artist. As a child, Finrod would watch him draw for hours and was always soothed by watching the details come together and each little element of stroke and shading merge into the whole. He has a very clear memory of watching Finarfin draw the design for the twined serpents that would become the badge of his house, from which Fingolfin drew up a mold and cast the ring.

21. How aware are they of their surroundings?

Very. He internalized a good bit of his father's role as attempted peace-keeper in the family and consequently was always on the alert for what could go wrong in any given situation, what tiny cues were being given, how the landscape (physically and emotionally) was laid. This stays with him as he grows into adulthood and can often exacerbate his anxiety. However it's very handy when attempting to quickly learn the customs/manners/habits of, say, a new species you just ran across in the woods.

22. Are they good at sensing the thoughts and emotions of others? How do they experience them?

Very good. Ósanwë is very strong for him and he feels others' emotions as a constant presence around him. Almost like background music to every situation or conversation: quiet and not the main focus, but insistently present and setting the melody of each interaction.

23. Do they have foresight? How do they experience it?

Yep! I think he experiences it primarily through a kind of gut knowledge that he can't always explain. The three examples we have of him explicitly noting an instance of foresight all seem to have that flavor: the exchange with Galadriel re his future oath, the Athrabeth where he references Aegnor's fate, and a snippet in The War of the Jewels (actually I am going to paste that in below because it is !!!)

In each of these cases, he seems to know an outcome or general direction things will go, but not necessarily the specifics of how or why. In the Galadriel one, for instance, I think a lot of that was a rising sense of dread opening out in front of him with a gut certainty at the bottom of it that he would also be caught in an oath and all that he built would fall away. But I don't think he had any clarity on how that would happen, so the way it all unfolded was both a surprise and accompanied by a sinking feeling of recognition.

24. Do they have any sense-related fears or phobias?

Slipping. Mostly this is ice-based (a carryover from the Helcaraxë) but it shows up across the board - slipping on mud, things slipping from his grasp (literally or figuratively), his own mastery of self slipping from him so that he loses himself to anger/grief/etc.

25. Surprise NSFW sensory headcanon

ARGH I get so shy about answering nsfw questions but I said I would answer the whole list so uh he really likes the feel of Balan's beard against his inner thighs.

Thanks so much for this ask! It was truly an undertaking, but SO much fun to work on and to have somewhere to get a lot of these out of my head and into an articulated form.

#asks and answers #sensory headcanons #finrod

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kimpossibly · 2 years ago

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DON'T LOOK DOWN -> the last of us

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi...so I'm absolutely losing my mind over this show. I have some friends who have played the game that are head over heels for it as well, but as someone who's never played, I'm SOLD. I'm in love with the world, with the characters, with the set design, EVERYTHING. Ever since I saw episode one I've had an idea rattling around in my head for an OC, so I did what I always do — come to Tumblr to flesh them out! I hope you enjoy this and please let me know if you do through comments or reblogs!! Remember that if you like a fic or any post for that matter, you should like and REBLOG it, because likes mean next to nothing. Support your fellow artists and spread the love!! Enjoy, my lovely readers <3

PAIRING: PLATONIC joel miller x fem!reader (I'm talking some SERIOUS found family stuff here) WARNINGS: Heavy use of guns and weapons, mentions of the apocalypse, DETAILED descriptions of violence, trauma, and death. Family member death. I definitely sobbed while writing this SUMMARY: After losing her family and getting found by the Fireflies, Y/n goes with Ellie and Joel on a treacherous journey to Salt Lake City.

"I spy with my little eye...something blue."

"Is it the sky?"

"No, dipshit, that's too obvious." Ellie said with an eye roll.

Y/n just scoffed, shaking her head. "Joel, you got any ideas?"

"How 'bout we start with making this the last round of this game?" he said gruffly. Ellie just gave him a glare and muttered something about him being a killjoy underneath her breath. Joel cleared his throat, looking around them — the open field to the left, the forest to the right. "You got me."

Ellie groaned, her head dropping. "It was Y/n's backpack, duh." she said. "Which, I'd like to add, has two guns in it. Not one. Two."

"Cause I actually know how to use them, genius." Y/n replied. "I'm kind of shit at aiming, but I can't point and shoot until the cows come home. If there's one good thing about the apocalypse, it's that it taught me some basic life skills really damn fast.

"Aren't you from Arizona? Hunting season's pretty much year-round down there. Didn't your dad take you out hunting or something?" Joel asked.

At those words, something in Y/n's eyes glazed over. "No. No he didn't." she said, her voice flat. After a moment, she sniffed and rubbed at her nose, turning her head away so as not to let them notice. But Joel saw. She coughed. "Come on, we should pick up the pace if we want to make it to Bill's by sundown."

With that, she sped up until she was walking a good ten feet in front of them. Joel watched her with confusion, which Ellie noted.

"She does that when she doesn't want anyone to see her cry," she explained quietly. "She's got some rough family stories."

"We all do." Joel replied.

But Ellie just shook her head, glancing back at Y/n. "Not like hers."

Ellie and Y/n huddled behind the hole in the wall, listening to the sounds of gunfire come and go. Pop, pop. Silence. Pop. Y/n could barely stand it. She flinched at the familiar sound of gunfire now.

Y/n popped out above from hers and Ellie's hideout and fired a few times into the open, not sticking around to see if she'd actually hit one of their attackers. She always figured it was better if she didn't know. Based on the number of shots coming from their end, she could tell that Joel was wildly outnumbered. They weren't FEDRA or Fireflies, but they had a big enough group to overwhelm one man. Glass shattered as a bullet from the other side shattered through the truck's windshield. Y/n peeked out as glass rained down on Joel. He was alone as the enemy approached. And Y/n couldn't let that happen.

Joel carefully made his way to the other side of the truck as someone stepped in through the obliterated doorway of the laundromat. Glass crunched under his feet. Every step he took brought him closer and closer to discovering Joel. They were running out of time.

Y/n turned to Ellie suddenly, startling her. She put her hands on either sides of Ellie's face, looking at her with an expression so serious that she knew it was in her own best interest to shut the hell up. "Listen to me, you need to stay here. Don't get up. Don't move. Don't even think about it. Don't get a bright idea and try to play hero, alright?"

Ellie gave a quick nod and Y/n stooped down, unzipping her backpack as quietly as she could and pulling out one of her pistols. She began to creep to the hole in the wall, but Ellie grabbed her sleeve before she could come into view. "What are you doing?"

Y/n turned back, trying not to let the fear coursing through her show to the younger girl. "I got a bright idea."

Y/n crept carefully through the hole in the wall as the man stepped closer towards Joel's hiding place. She held her breath, both hands wrapped around the pistol, her pointer finger on the trigger.

Crunch.

The man wheeled around, and Y/n, caught off-guard, abandoned the gun, placing a strong kick to the man's stomach. He stumbled back and the gunfire resumed, stronger now than ever. Joel used this moment to leap out of his hiding spot, jamming the butt of his rifle into the back of the man's head. He crumpled on the spot, blood pouring from the point of impact.

"I told you to stay there." Joel said angrily.

"I don't listen." Y/n said. A single gunshot whizzed past them and they crouched down to avoid it.

"If you go leaping into open fire, what's to stop Ellie from doing the same, huh?"

"She wouldn't follow me out here."

"How do you know?"

"Because I told her not to."

"I told you not to. And you didn't listen." Joel said, reaching up to fire. There was a yell as his bullet met its target, and the gunfire ceased instantly. He went to reload, but found the barrel had jammed.

Y/n stood up, glaring at Joel. "She listens to me. She trusts me." she said. "You're just the guy in charge of taking us from Point A to Point B."

"Trust isn't the point here, okay?" Joel replied, standing. "You're not setting a good example for her."

"You're not my dad, Joel!" Y/n replied, her tone low and harsh. "Ellie is the closest thing I've got to family. Once we reach Salt Lake City, I'm going to be the only one she has, and I'll be damned if I take that away from her. I can protect myself. So worry about yourself."

Joel had no answer for that. Suddenly the silence they were surrounded by seemed impossibly loud. Either they had killed their attackers or frightened them enough to make them turn around and run. Y/n wasn't sure which she'd prefer.

"Are you guys done arguing so I can come out now?" Ellie's voice came out muffled.

Y/n gave Joel one last pissed off look and turned around. "Hang on, I'm coming to get ya!" she said, heading back to the hole in the wall. "Here, hand me your stuff and I'll—"

The sudden sound of the back door to the laundromat bursting open silenced her. There was a gunshot and a yell — whether it was from Joel or his attacker, she couldn't tell. Y/n didn't wait to see what was happening before she practically shoved Ellie back into the hiding spot to keep her out of harm's way.

Y/n turned as someone in dark clothing knocked Joel to the ground, scrambling on top of him pressing his rifle to his neck to choke him. "Now you're gonna fucking pay! What you fucking did, you fucking killed yourself, motherfucker!" the guy shouted, his voice filled with rage. Joel struggled against him, but his grip stayed firm, pressing harder and harder down on his throat. His shoes squeaked against the floor as he tried desperately to move away, but it was useless.

The gun weighed heavy as Y/n lifted it. Arms straight out, finger over the trigger. Joel's struggling was becoming weaker and weaker with every passing second. Beads of sweat collected on Y/n brow. This was no time for indecision. No time for fear. She grit her teeth and gripped the gun even tighter.

Bang.

The man let out a yell as he fell to the side, slumped against the wall. Joel immediately began to gasp and wheeze, taking in heaving breaths of air. Y/n stepped closer, the gun still held out, and she saw that she hadn't killed the man.

He was leaning against the wall, his chest heaving violently. When he removed his hands from under him, they were slick, coated with blood. He struggled to get himself up, grimacing at the pain, and Y/n realized with horror that he couldn't have been much older than she was.

He was just a kid.

"No, no, no, no, no! It's okay! It's okay. It's over. We're not fighting anymore." he shouted frantically, holding a bloodstained hand out to stop her. His voice had completely changed from before. What had been violent rage was now desperate pleading. "I'm gonna go home. I'll tell everyone you're good." he said, his voice choked with tears.

Y/n swallowed, refusing to lower her weapon as a lump in her throat began to form.

Suddenly he sobbed, his voice becoming high-pitched in distraught terror. "I don't know what to do. My legs don't work."

She had shot him in the spine. She must've paralyzed him.

"My mom isn't far, if you could get me to her." he cried.

Joel slowly began to get up, but Y/n was frozen in fear. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. All she could do was watch this terrified kid beg for his life.

"We could trade with you guys. We could be friends. I didn't know!" he said, panting through tears. "I'm Bryan! I'm Bryan. What's your name?"

Y/n's throat constricted. Tears rushed to her eyes and she didn't stop them, but her body knew better. Tears were weakness. She pushed them away almost as an instinct, but something was still weighing heavy in her chest. Bryan.

Joel's hand suddenly reached out, grabbing the pistol from the top. Y/n suddenly became aware, her eyes darting to Joel's. He said nothing, but the look on his face said all she needed to know: You know what I have to do.

Slowly, she let go of the pistol and found that her hands were shaking violently. He turned back around, causing Bryan to panic. "Wait, wait, wait!" he shouted, doing his best to drag himself further away. all he was doing was backing himself further into a corner. Suddenly he reached into a holster and pulled out a large hunting knife, dropping it to the ground. "You can have it...It's a good knife." he said, his voice becoming even more ragged.

Joel bent down and took the knife from him. Y/n was feeling something she hadn't felt in a long time. Not since the time she watched her mother's eyes close for the last time.

Joel turned to her. "Get back behind the wall." he said.

"No, no, no, no! I'm sorry! Please, please. We could just talk! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Bryan shouted, holding his hand out as if to shield himself from them.

Y/n tried to speak, but choked on her words. She paused, not sure what to say. "Joel," she said finally, her voice coming out as nothing more than a rough whisper.

Joel's expression hardened. "Y/n. Get back."

But she couldn't leave. Bryan was crying out to her, apologizing to her, begging for help. There was nothing they could do to help him, and there was nothing he could do to hurt them. But he had seen their faces, and now he knew their names. And that kind of information was deadly.

Y/n just shook her head, her eyes glazing over just as they had earlier. Joel realized then that there was no convincing her. The damage had already been done. So he turned away from her and cocked the pistol.

"No, please! Please! I'm sorry!" Bryan's cries became even more frantic. "Please! You don't have to! No, no, no! We can just talk!"

He was babbling now. Y/n couldn't move. She looked at Bryan, and for and for one fleeting instant, she saw herself that one December night seven years ago. The night she lost everything but her life.

"Mom! Mom! Mom!"

Bang.

Two days. It had been two days since Y/n had said a word to Joel or Ellie. It had also been two days since Joel had put a bullet in Bryan's head.

She walked like someone possessed, eyes staring blankly ahead, face frozen with no expression.

Ellie did her best to goad her into conversation, but she may as well have been talking to a brick wall. Y/n never replied to her questions or laughed at her jokes. Ellie didn't scare easily, but now she was terrified. Nothing quite like this had ever happened.

The only time they ever heard a sound from her was late into the night, when she thought they were both asleep. That was when she allowed herself to cry.

Joel awoke on the third night to complete silence. As the forest floor came into focus around him, he saw Y/n sleeping bag laying flat on the ground, empty.

He sat up, images of the worst immediately coming to mind. He looked to his other side and saw Ellie, fast asleep in her bedroll. `That calmed some of his nerves, but left a lot of his questions unanswered.

The sun was just barely beginning to rise in the east when he got up, looking around himself for any sign of Y/n. There were none. So, after glancing back one more time to make sure Ellie was safe, he picked a direction and began to walk, hoping to find the elder Pain in His Ass.

He wasn't sure how long he had walked before he found her. She was sitting on the forest floor with her back against the thick trunk of a tree, her knees tucked up to her chest with Joel's jacket draped over them. She looked up when he came around, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen.

For a moment, neither of them said anything, merely accepting the others' presence.

"I'm sorry I took your jacket." Y/n said. Her voice was rough and gravelly, and Joel discovered with surprise that he had almost forgotten what it sounded like.

"Don't worry about it." he replied. "Mind if I sit?"

She said nothing, giving a small nod and turning back to stare off into the distance. Joel moved to sit down next to her, grimacing at the pain in his joints as he did so. Y/n continued to sit like there was no one else there, her blank gaze focused on the horizon.

Joel had a pretty good idea what was bothering her. She had shot someone. And what was worse, she'd left them in pain. He almost thought it would've been better if she'd have killed him with the first bullet.

"Y/n—"

"He was crying for his mom." she said suddenly, cutting him off. "He was crying for his mom and you shot him."

Joel went silent for a moment. He'd had to do things he never imagined himself doing — that had been one of them. "I couldn't take the risk."

She knew what he meant, of course. She understood why he'd done it. And, most of all, she was almost sure that if she'd been in his position, she'd have done the same thing. But seeing firsthand what it looked like to beg for your life reminded her of things she'd rather leave in the past.

"My father was a smuggler." Y/n said, her voice hollow. "We never asked what he did; we just knew that, because of what he did, we lived a lot better than a lot of other people. I'm not really sure what he did — if he had made a bad deal, or double crossed someone that shouldn't be crossed, but I woke up on Christmas morning to gunshots coming from my living room. I should've stayed in my room, I know. But I couldn't just sit there and wait. My whole family was down there. So, I went to see if my dad was okay. He was dead before I got down the stairs. My mom grabbed me and my sister as these three guys pointed guns at our faces. She was screaming at them, begging them not to take her children, begging them to take mercy on us. All three of them shot at once."

Her voice stayed firm and toneless as she spoke. "By the time the bullet hit, I had accepted that I was going to die. My eyes shut and I never once thought they'd open again. But..." Y/n pulled down the hemline of her shirt an inch to reveal a thick white scar just below her collarbone, "fate took pity on me that day. Marlene found me just before I bled out. She kept me alive. And when I woke up, I was in the worst pain I'd ever experienced. All I could do was scream for my mom, ask if she was okay. I never got a straight answer, but I already knew what had happened. I just didn't want to believe it."

Joel listened carefully, his and Ellie's conversation echoing in his mind:

"She's got some rough family stories."

"We all do."

"Not like hers."

She was only seventeen years old — he knew that from the beginning. But now that truly seemed to sink in as he looked at her, sitting with her knees tucked to her chest, huddled under his blanket like it was a coat of armor.

"You shouldn't have had to see that," he said. "No one should."

Y/n nodded in agreement. She knew that it wasn't fair. That none of this was fair. But that didn't change that it had happened, or that she'd have to carry it with her wherever she went. It never really got lighter — that was the thing. All the memories did was get harder and harder to hold.

Her glass expression shattered then as she turned to him, tears falling out of her eyes before she could stop them. "I'm trying so hard to hang on, Joel, I really am," she said, her voice finally breaking. She all but collapsed, leaning her head on his shoulder as hers began to shake with sobs.

It had taken Joel years not to see Sarah in every kid he met — but things always fell through the cracks. When he'd least expect it, a sudden laugh or sarcastic comment would take him back to Austin, back to his daughter, and for a moment he'd almost forget that she was gone.

This was one of those times.

"Oh, Y/n," Joel said quietly, wrapping an arm around her. This girl was not Sarah. No one would ever be Sarah. But right then, Joel was almost sure that she was the closest he was ever going to get at a second chance.

"I'm sorry I don't listen," Y/n said through tears. "I know I need to set a good example for Ellie, but if we lose you...I can't be sure I can get her to the Fireflies by myself. We need you. I..."

She stopped herself just short of saying I need you.

"Hey, it's alright. It's okay. You're not gonna lose me." Joel said. "And sometimes...sometimes you just can't listen. You can't take unnecessary risks, but sometimes the situation demands them. You have the sense to know when that is. The world needs more people like that. Like you.

"Don't even think about losing anyone, okay? You just can't. This whole thing, it's like walking on a tight rope. You look down, that's where you're going. So don't look down."

Y/n was coming back to her senses by now, her shoulders stilling and her tears coming to a steady stop. She nodded, wiping away at the last few stray tears and sitting up. "Don't look down," she repeated. "Is that why you're so grumpy all the time? Because you're always looking down?"

She sort of half-smiled in a way that reminded him so starkly of Sarah that he almost forgot to breathe. But he recovered, giving her a wry grin in return. "It's questions like that that make me want to throw you in a lake."

"Please, with your balance, you'd throw yourself in before anyone else."

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #tlou #tlou show #tlou hbo #the last of us fanfiction

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autumn-leaves-chasing-breeze · 1 year ago

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The Reaper and The Devil - final part

Hello, lovely people!

I'm sorry it took so long to write the final part, I was in Brussels and then had a couple of difficult weeks with work but it's here!

Thank you again to @weemssapphic for the love and time you put in to betaing this fic for me, love you so much <3

Taglist: @crow-raven-crow @weemssapphic

Warnings: Talk of Heaven and Hell, mentions of death/losing a loved one

I hope you guys like it, I've really enjoyed writing this series!

It’s an odd feeling, dropping a soul off at Heaven’s gates. A place you have never stepped foot in but have so much knowledge of. It isn’t, unsurprisingly, as human souls expect it to be either. There are no white clouds, no ‘pearly gates’, no angel at the door to greet them. Heaven is actually quite plain. The entrance is a simple dust path through a forest. The gate is a simple kissing gate in a gap of the trees. The sky is slightly overcast but the sun is there, always the perfect desired temperature for the soul walking through the trees.

You smile to yourself as you walk hand in hand with Lucifer a step behind Maeve. She is looking at the trees around her, mouth open and eyes twinkling with awe. Apparently, Maeve’s favourite season is autumn. You know this because the air has a crisp chill to it, the trees are bright with orange and red hues and every step you’re taking sends the sound of crunching leaves and twigs echoing into the forest. And, apparently, her favourite time of day is golden hour because the world around you is lit with a warm glow as the sun finds its way through the cracks in the tree canopy.

Maeve turns on the spot and looks at you, a wide grin on her face. “This is incredible.”

Your mouth curves into a side smile, your eyes filled with care and amusement as you take in Maeve’s child-like wonder. “I’ll never grow tired of it, I must admit.”

“Is it like this for everyone?” Maeve turns back around as she speaks, her head turned towards the sky as a flock of starlings fly overhead.

“Yes and no.” You chuckle, stealing a glance up at Lucifer who is looking down at you in such a way that warms you from the inside out. “The season, time of day and temperature are all unique to each soul’s preference.”

“How does It know?” Maeve stops in her tracks as she asks the question, taking a moment to turn on the spot and close her eyes with her head to the sky and her arms outstretched.

“It’s Heaven, Little One. That’s Its job.” Lucifer steps behind you and wraps their arms around your shoulders, leaning their chin on the crown of your head. You reach your hands up and rest them on Lucifer’s forearms as you trace languid patterns with your thumbs.

There’s a beautiful calm in this moment. Standing here with Lucifer holding you, watching Maeve as she marvels at the beauty of the realm she’s in… If you didn’t know any better, you would lose yourself in this moment. You’d stay forever. But you know you can’t. God doesn’t like you being here for longer than needed and Lucifer is playing a dangerous game by being here at all, even if they are on this side of the gate.

You sigh and squeeze Lucifer’s forearms gently, the lightbringer pressing a soft kiss to your hair as you do so. Maeve looks at you both and her face falters.

“What’s wrong?” Maeve’s eyes are filled with concern and it breaks your heart to know that you’ve pulled her from her bubble.

“Nothing, Love.” You smile, not entirely convincing but you can’t help the slight melancholy that is tugging in your chest.

“Tell me.” Maeve hugs her arms to her chest and takes a step back towards you.

Lucifer feels you tense in their arms and cuts you off before you have a chance to speak. “We just don’t have much time.”

You look to the ground, leaning back into Lucifer’s arms as you focus your attention on a leaf on the ground.

“You’re not coming in?” The tone of Maeve’s voice made your gaze snap up to meet her own. Her eyes were shimmering with disappointment and sadness.

“We can’t. I’m afraid this is as far as either of us can go.” You don’t know why you feel choked up but you do. Maybe it’s the fact that you want nothing more than to protect and watch over Maeve’s young soul on Elsie’s behalf. Or maybe it’s because you wish you could sit with Lucifer in the Meadows of Michael. You close your eyes and imagine it for a moment. Their black wings outstretched on a bed of wild flowers, you lying in their arms as you laugh and kiss and-

“Oh.” The hint of pain in Maeve’s voice breaks you from your trance and you look at her once more. “How do I find who I need? How do I know where I’m going? How do I-”

Lucifer releases you from their grasp and walks around you, approaching Maeve with tenderness. “Once you go through the gate, everything will become clear. I promise.”

Maeve jumps into Lucifer’s arms and you watch as she nuzzles her face against the lightbringer’s cream robe. Lucifer doesn’t hesitate in wrapping their arms around the girl and you feel a lump form in your throat as you realise Lucifer will never see Maeve again. The soul they saw being born into the world. The girl they have kept an eye on and celebrated since she was thought into existence. Maeve can visit her family on earth, she can call on you if she wishes but once she steps through the gate Lucifer will never see her again. Your heart breaks as a tear falls from your cheek and hits a leaf at your feet.

“Enjoy your eternity, Little One. I hope you know nothing but love and peace from this moment forward.” Lucifer whispers into Maeve’s hair as they caress her curls with their hand.

Maeve tightens her grip. “I wish you could know the same peace.”

“I do now that I have a certain reaper by my side.” Lucifer smiles softly and places a chaste kiss to the crown of Maeve’s head. “Now, Little One, don’t keep him waiting.”

Maeve steps back and looks up at Lucifer confused for a moment before turning her attention to what Lucifer is looking at behind her.

“Pops.” Maeve whispers as she steps out of Lucifer’s grasp.

Benny is standing on the other side of the gate, grinning and waving with pure glee. Maeve starts running towards him, the leaves cracking beneath her feet with every stride. She staggers to a stop just a few feet from the gate and turns her attention back to you and Lucifer as you walk to Lucifer’s side and take their hand in your own.

“Thank you.” Maeve is smiling but tears are streaming down her face. “Thank you for making my last moments so full of love and care. I’m going to miss you both. Take care of each other. And enjoy your eternity.”

Maeve blows you both a kiss and you feel Lucifer’s grip tighten on your hand as you both send one back and wave as Maeve walks through the gate and jumps into Benny’s arms. You watch for a moment as they both laugh and Benny wipes the tears from Maeve’s cheeks. As they walk away, arm in arm, Maeve steals a final glance over her shoulder at you and Lucifer, offering one final smile before they both disappear from view.

The world around you and Lucifer glimmers for a moment before dissolving into the familiar view of Lake Focalor. Lucifer sits at the water’s edge and for a moment you stand and watch them, concern and worry marring your features.

“Luci…” You take a tentative step towards the Morningstar and place a soft hand to their shoulder.

Lucifer looks up at you, tears threatening to spill out of their eyes, and laughs. You smile softly as you begin to chuckle as their laughter grows with intensity. You lower yourself onto the bank beside them as they continue to laugh, watching them with confusion as you feel yourself laughing with them.

“Forgive me, Lamb.” Lucifer relaxes after a moment and wipes the tears from their cheeks. “I just didn’t expect to feel relief.”

“You have nothing to apologise for, Luci.” You take their hand and lean into their side, resting your head on their shoulder as you both look out at the red water.

“I’ve watched her for years. I’ve seen her grow and become an intelligent, funny and loving young woman. I’ve worried about her every day. Being the ruler of Hell means I’ve seen the worst of humanity over the centuries and I’ve worried about Elsie and her family getting caught up in it. Now I have one less soul to worry about.” Lucifer’s voice was trembling but calm. You can tell they mean every word.

It’s surprising, Lucifer finding peace in a human going to Heaven. You’ve watched as Lucifer has revelled at souls being sent to Hell. You’ve witnessed their wings shiver with anticipation of the things they will do to certain humans who have ended up in their domain. It never occurred to you that they would also find beauty and celebration in the other souls going to Heaven. But, you remember, the Devil is an angel afterall.

Lucifer shifts and pulls you onto their lap so you’re straddling their waist. You look down at them and take in how soft and adoring their gaze is. Their hand finds purchase in your hair and pulls you toward them, kissing you with tenderness as their other hand rests on your waist. You glide your hands up to their face and let them rest on Lucifer’s neck, slowly stroking their skin as you continue to kiss them with all of the love and care you have to give.

“Thank you.” Lucifer whispers against your lips.

“For what?” Your voice is low as your eyes dart between the lightbringer’s.

“For showing me that love, care and compassion are still possible for me. For allowing me to love you with every fibre of my being. For being everything I ever could have hoped for.” Lucifer’s lips ghosted over your own as they spoke and you felt your body ignite with pure adoration and love as they whispered against your skin.

“Thank you for letting me love you how you deserve.” Your voice is barely audible but Lucifer’s lips curl into a soft smile and there’s no doubt in your mind that they heard you.

They pull you in again, kissing you soft and slow. Their wings flutter as your tongues meet and you smile into the kiss. You entwine yourselves as you try to convey how you feel and you realise something: Eternity suddenly doesn’t feel like a long enough period of time to spend at Lucifer’s side.

#gwendoline christie #lucifer fanfiction #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #the sandman #the sandman fanfic #the sandman lucifer

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mulling-over-milgram · 10 months ago

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My current Remi theories

Agghhh I’m very late….but here we go ^^;

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TIMELINE SPECULATION

Okay so first of all again starting with a timeline. Now Remi’s recordings seem like they could be over the course of multiple years? So since as far as I’m aware we don’t know what year tsumigram takes place I’m going to be referring to the first paragraph of recording one as year 0001 and then if I believe the year changes 0002 so on and so forth so keep in mind I’m not actually referring to the real life years 0001 , 0002 , 0003 ect ect.

“Summer is ending. Let's stop already, how long are we going to chew on this cold food?” End of august

“Spring is ending. We part and come back together, this must be a form of true love for you; though as for me, I'm not so sure.” End of may

“Winter is ending. Closeness never matters; they switch their opinions in an instant, and always, always, always, always choose someone else instead.” End of February

“Autumn is ending This was a game of play-pretending for everyone but me; right, I wanted a place I and others could belong to, but as I've seen through lies, I'm burning down the theatre..” November/December

“Summer is ending. You simply disappeared without a word; I didn't care, did I care? Too many people, I get lost.” End of August again

Now there are two interpretations since the memories from this recording if my research is correct :

-1) the memories take place over the corse of five years which explains why we start in august the 8th month of the year and then go to the 5th , 2nd , 11/12th and finally back to 8th assuming the recordings are chronological then this is the only answer that really makes sense

-2) the alternative would be that the paragraphs are in reverse order so then you’d go 2>5>8>11/12>8

but I personally lean more towards them being in chronological order because there feels like a progression. In paragraph one Remi asks the other why they are still in this relationship? The relationship to borrow Remi’s metaphor had gone cold then in the next paragraph they seem to be on better terms but still not great then 3 we are back to the relationship being strained and getting worse…it won’t make alot of sense for us to start with “you simply disappeared” and end with “how long are we going to chew on this cold food? = how long are we going to prolong this dying relationship?

The only thing really giving me pause is that its such a long time. 5 years! Remi is 18 thats just under 1/3 of her life time…it makes me feel like I’ve made some mistake in my research….

moving onto the second memory

“Year by year, I look back and feel all the same, let me out of this, let me out of this loop! I wonder what kind of person I used to be before. Is it your fault? Changing me so much. Cherry blossom petals, a wave of crystal water covering my ankles, tender girly laughs from all sides.” CHERRY BLOSSOM’S SAVE THE TIME LINE YET AGAIN :D because cherry blossoms were blooming that places this paragraph around late March and early April.

“Ah, my first ever wish made on New Year night was to meet a true friend. I imagined my own friends, and this is how I became a writer, slowly but surely. I met real friends to grow up with, slowly but surely, but all of them were condescending, and I got trapped in a small box of expectations. “ because its new years eve December 31st

“Warm snowflakes falling from the night sky, the stars are never seen in the city; I watch myself looking up from the sidelines, holding onto the lantern as my last hope.” Now personally I interpret the warm snow flakes line as describing the stars rather than actual snowflakes as warm snowflakes is a contradicting description and the fact the next line literally talks about the stars with that in mind the lantern is the only clue as to wear to place the memory now I’m not fully sure on this but the main Japanese lantern related thing I could find was Toro Nagashi now I’m a little iffy on this since from my research Toro nagashi is mostly about the dead and guiding dead souls but I did see a few places mention wishes “Toro Nagashi is a summer tradition in which people make wishes and float paper lanterns down a river” again I’m really not sure about this but its the best connection I could find so far…this slots (assuming the toro nahashi connection is correct) this memory at the 13th - 16th of August or July.

“Running through a chilly meadow, sun rising and I hold your hand, catching lavender clouds as I stay at home.” Chilly = cold // cold = autumn? September December???

“You're squeezing something heavy with your hands, water covering your eyes, so you can't see what's there; sun’s warmth is on your back, a chill feeling spreading over the body.” Warmth = summer???

I’m quite shaky on alot of the conclusions but my overall interpretation of the time line is.

The trial starts possibly some time in December due to 003’s birthday being soon after T1 starts???

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FULL TIMELINE THEORY

0001 / august / ?? Summer is ending. Let's stop already, how long are we going to chew on this cold food?”

0002 / march / April / ??

0002 / may / ?? “Spring is ending. We part and come back together, this must be a form of true love for you; though as for me, I'm not so sure.”

0003 / February / ??

“Winter is ending. Closeness never matters; they switch their opinions in an instant, and always, always, always, always choose someone else instead.”

0003 / December / 31st

0004 / August / ??

“Warm snowflakes falling from the night sky, the stars are never seen in the city; I watch myself looking up from the sidelines, holding onto the lantern as my last hope.”

0004 / September / ??

“Running through a chilly meadow, sun rising and I hold your hand, catching lavender clouds as I stay at home.”

0004 / december / ??

“Autumn is ending This was a game of play-pretending for everyone but me; right, I wanted a place I and others could belong to, but as I've seen through lies, I'm burning down the theatre..”

0005 / august / ??

“Summer is ending. You simply disappeared without a word; I didn't care, did I care? Too many people, I get lost.”

0005 / August / ??

“You're squeezing something heavy with your hands, water covering your eyes, so you can't see what's there; sun’s warmth is on your back, a chill feeling spreading over the body”

0005 / December / ??

milgram

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THOUGHTS ON HER CRIME

Now moving on to what I think remi’s crime is…..I have not idea! That is the reason why this is so late because I am completely lost on what it could be :)

clearly remi was in some sort of unfulfilling relationship were she felt she was giving more then taking , felt neglected and like it was dying for a long while before it actually ended. So her victim is probably that person?

as for the description

“You're squeezing something heavy with your hands, water covering your eyes, so you can't see what's there; sun’s warmth is on your back, a chill feeling spreading over the body.

It's not the time to listen to yourself. It's never the time, remember?

Your knees and hands seem to hurt, but you keep on pushing, can't give up — now or never”

ummm it kinda gives me the vibes of drowning? Like keep pushing = keep pushing the head under water??? Water coving her eyes could be because she’s also under water…? But I feel like “something heavy with your hands, water covering your eyes,” thats gotta be tears right? Like yes it could be a large body of water was involved if so probably the one implied here “a wave of crystal water covering my ankles,”

Her murder location does look like a lake surrounded but trees to me? But that could just be the distortion. That what go me started down the whole drowning train of thought.

(Gorgeous diagram I know)

but just overall I don’t have a strong theory (this seems to be a reoccurring theme….)

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RECORDING/UNDER COVER IMAGES

Once again moving on. Time to tackle these two images , her memory recordings and her undercover.

Starting with the memory recording this is alot more abstract then hotaru’s so I feel like the symbolism in it can be read into more. Remi is in space and I feel like space is probably a metaphor for her relationship. Space is cold and a vacuum you can’t speak or be heard in space (without special equipment and the whole no speaking thing is more that if you open your mouth you die and boil/freeze alive but lets put the logistics to the side for a minute) she is surrounded by other planets (possibly reproductive of the other people like the other people implied by lines like “ tender girly laughs from all sides.” / “I wanted a place I and others could belong to” / always choose someone else instead“ ect) and how planets and other celestial objects go in set orbit going round and around on the same path could be seen as similar to how remi describes the relationship “So tiring. I need to break the cycle.” There’s falling star’s in the bg which could refence wishing stars or possibly the concept of star crossed lovers? Or wishing

I attempted to map the planets from the art to our solar system which again not sure if its ment to be our solar system or just a general space setting but if it is our solar system then perhaps we could read into the fact that in this context remi would be on the outer side of the solar system far away from the sun and in the colder part of the system.

unrelated observations that the shape on the side kinda looks like a wave or maybe thats just my conformation bias talking…?

And this art could also possibly reference a magical girl transformation ??? I feel like I’m reaching to much with those last two points tho…

As for the undecover frame we have already seen remi liken her relationship to food “Let's stop already, how long are we going to chew on this cold food?” So relationship metaphor???

there seems to be strawberries in the picture which according to google in japan has symbolism of love and is a gift on valentines day in japan….? it is also apparently a symbol of the goddess Venus which links it back in with space but idk

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MY CURRENT THOUGHTS ON VOTING

I really don’t feel like I know enough to vote her anything….? I went with victim in the end because I didn’t really feel like I had any strong concussion on her situation but I feel like I gotta be missing something cuz it was 50% predator when I originally wrote this section.

#I feel like I’ve failed as a theorist but atleast the post looks pretty!#I didn’t want to read any other theories (not that I really consider this a theory post any more since it amounted to no real conclusions)#Till I finished this so maybe I’m missing something obvious that someone already pointed out #I feel like it the whole time I was writing this or thinking about it I had this consistent feeling I was missing something #But atleast it’s done now…and I can stop feeling guilty that it’s been rotting away in my drafts

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ladyelissarose · 2 years ago

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‘A Heart With Wings’

Warnings: FLUFF!! Ahhhh!! Ladies and Gents it’s finally over!! What a ride! Thank you for your love and support. I’m very proud of this journey, and I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for y’all!! Thank you!!!

Epilogue..

‘6 months later...’

Aviators POV

“Ghosty! Give us a chance for Christ’s sake!! You keep shooting us down and making the number of our pushups increase!!!”

Fanboy whined to Ghosty as she replied with a cheeky smile,

“Hey Fanboy, it’s not my fault that you and Payback made a bet on me that was way out of your league! You know I’m a Striker kiddo!”

“Ahhh Ghosty!! Just one break please, let us win just one time!”

Throwing her head back in laughter at Payback begging her to give them a chance she finally agreed,

“Fiiiine... just one time ok!?”

Rooster’s voice then came through as he was flying under Ghosty with Bob and Phoenix next to him,

“Ok so we’re starting the game all over then? Cause if we are, you gotta give us a head start this time to fly away and get some good distance at least.”

Bob agreed with Rooster as he kindly asked,

“Will you do that for us Ghosty? Please?”

Another of Ghosty’s weak spots was hearing Bob be so sweet and polite. So of course she said yes,

“Alrighty then, you all get a good five minute head start, let’s see if y’all are fast enough to get a good distance.”

Hangman fist pumped the air as he flew above Ghosty while saying,

“Thank you!! Though you only said yes because it’s Little Robert, the baby of the team-“

Phoenix was quick to defend Bob as she came for Hangman,

“Hey hey Bagman, leave my Bob alone, he’s just sweeter and so cute, very polite too.”

Bob blushed happily in the back of his seat as he heard Phoenix come to his rescue. Ghosty awed in appreciation of Phoenix’s words for Bob as she played along,

“Phoenix is right Hangs... only because he’s sweeter I say yes to only him all the time.”

Giggling Hangman bit back with a snarky comment,

“Oh is that so? Cause that’s not what you said the other night-“

Coyote was immediately fake gagging as he nearly screamed,

“NUH UH! Not here Hangman!! You do that stuff in your guys’ room!! HELL NO!!”

Everyone around either laughed or fake gagged, and Ghosty knew Hangman was going to pull such a comment at some point, though he was right in the end, but she cut him to the chase as she threatened,

“Alright Hangs you asked for it, just know that you’re going to be the first one down!!!”

“Wanna bet?! Ha! Come and get me sweet cheeks!! On three we all go!! Count with me fellas!!”

“”1... 2... 3!!!””

Mavericks POV

Maverick stood outside basking in the San Diego sun as he looked around, listening to the radio as he heard his aviators play along in the skies like kids. Though as always, Cyclone came trying to ruin the fun as he approached Maverick while asking,

“Captain Mitchell, What is this?”

Not sparing Cyclone a glance, Maverick simply replied,

“They’re playing a game, sir.”

Looking around at the empty field of Jets Cyclone questioned,

“I don’t see them here playing.. dogfight football? Is that what you called it?”

Nodding Maverick replied

“Yeah, it’s called dogfight football, but no. That’s not what they’re playing today, their playing dogfight tag, but in their jets in the sky, sir.”

Forgetting the fact that the aviators were playing a game with the jets, Cyclone was more curious about ‘dogfight tag’ as he asked,

“Dogfight tag? What the hell is that?”

Explaining simply Maverick put forth,

“So basically, they all kinda like the fact of Ghosty being a Striker, so they play tag, though Ghosty is always ‘it’. They fly around each other using their Need For Speed or Danger Zone skills to try and get away from their Striker, and I’ve seen an improvement sense they’ve been playing. They’ll use special skills and ways to get away from her, I made up the game and now they won’t stop playing it during flight maneuvers.”

Huffing a short laugh of approval, which was super weird coming from Cyclone, he then questioned,

“And what’s happens to the loser, how do they lose?”

“First one caught loses, and the last one to be caught picks a number of pushups they loser has to do, along with the loser has a shorter time to have a head start the next time they play.”

“Seems fair to me... oh! looks like they’re making their way back now.”

It the distance you could see them all coming in for a landing, so Maverick and Cyclone moved out of the way as they began to watch them all come in one by one. The wind brushed hard against them as they came by in quick speed, but they were in perfect formation and sync, as their wheels touched the ground. Maverick smiled proudly at the team he had, they were all like his family, special and unique in their own ways, he had aviators to call his own. Cyclone patted Maverick on the shoulders before walking away saying,

“You got a great team Maverick... Iceman would be proud of you.”

Maverick sent him a nod of appreciation as he watched Cyclone walk away. He was grateful that over time he had gotten on Cyclones good side. Soon his attention was turned towards his aviators that came walking towards him with goofy smiles and laughing amongst one another, Phoenix had her arm thrown over Rooster’s and Bob’s shoulders, Fanboy and Payback were next to each other almost tripping over one another as they nudge each other’s ribs quite harshly but over all playfully, Coyote looked like the only drained one as he barely moved his feet acting like if he had ran a 300 meter race, and lastly, the lovebirds, Hangman had Ghosty on his back as he gave her a piggy back ride, he had a toothy grin on his face as she subtly gave him sweet kisses on his neck and head. Maverick embraced the moment as he closed the gap between them all as he asked,

“So who’s doing push-ups today?”

Coyote took a deep breath before breathing out,

“No one is sir, Ghosty’s time to catch us ran out, meaning we all won, she couldn’t get us.”

Maverick’s jaw dropped at that new record as he saw Ghosty jump off of Hangman’s back as she wink at him admitting,

“I only did that because if any one had to do pushups, we’d be here all afternoon, and I want drinks. Who’s up for Hard Deck?”

Letting out whines and sighs of happiness and agreement they all said,

“”I’m in!!!!””

Though Rooster didn’t let Ghosty slip up as he said,

“Hey hey so you mean you actually let us win? Just so we can get drinks?”

Pointing her finger on his chest Ghosty put forth,

“Rooster if I had played fairly, you’d all be doing pushups. Now let’s go shower before we go. And don’t get used to this, next time I’ll beat you all.”

Hangman laughed at Rooster who was rolling his eyes and pouting, he then wrapped his arm around Ghosty while giving her head a kiss,

“Oh you setting us up for a big challenge huh?”

Holding onto his hand that rested on her hip Ghosty smirked,

“Indeed I am Hangs..”

Penny’s POV

Especially today the Hard Deck seemed pretty quiet, very few customers here and there, and Penny kinda missed Maverick and his wing buddies today. They usually lit up the place with their loud laughters and teasing, they all kept her on her toes, and she liked that more than anything. She even thought of closing it early, sense no one else seemed to be coming around anytime soon, that was u to she heard the door swing open and a loud voice holler out,

“The Calvary has arrived!!! Rooster go sit your ass down and play us some music, I feel like dancin’!!”

Of course, the one and only Hangman who sported an orange Henley with dark jeans and cowboy boots would be the crazy one shouting such just upon walking into Hard Deck. Penny’s face lit up as she came around the other side of the bar and received the hugs that were given to her by every aviator. And lastly she hugged Maverick and squeezed him extra tight as she said in his ear,

“I really missed you guys, I’m happy you came.”

Giving her a kiss on the cheek Maverick smiled back,

“I missed you too Penny.”

She then saw how most of the aviators had taken a seat and ran back to her favorite spot as she shouted happily,

“Alright let’s start serving some drinks! What are we having today, cause it’s on the house!”

They all dropped their jaws in surprise before cheering like kids at a pizza party, they then one by one politely asked for their drinks and soon were happy drinking away while chit-chatting and playing their favorite hobby, 9-ball.

Hangman’s POV

Hangman had left the pool table to go get a new drink for himself and Ghosty, he insisted that he’d get it for her, so she can stay seated prettily while talking with Phoenix were his words. What made Hangman call her pretty this time was Ghosty who wore his button down shirt as a coat over her white tank top that was tucked into her Jean shorts, so wearing that just made Hangman’s heart soar even higher for her. Upon arriving at the bar he sent Penny some dreamy eyes as he asked sweetly,

“Penny my dear, can we get a refill please?”

Happy to tend to one of her favorite customers Penny replied cheekily while handing him two new beers,

“Of course sweetie, here you go.”

“Thank you ma’am, much appreciated.”

Hangman happily walked back to Ghosty who was now sitting by herself as Phoenix had gone to be with Rooster who was playing the piano with soft tunes. He placed a kiss on her cheek as he sat down next her while handing her her drink,

“Here you go gorgeous, cheers?”

Hangman waited for Ghosty to reply but it never came, her eyes and mind were on someone else, and soon his eyes found who, it was Catherine Jeffries who was standing in the distance. Hangman looked back at Ghosty who was now tense and cowering into her seat, and he understood how Ghosty felt, Jeffries had hurt him too. But instead of shying away, Hangman brought out his usual boosted ego and pride, and grabbed her hand to get her attention on him, which she did when her eyes found his as she realized he had caught her, but before she could say anything Hangman said,

“Don’t do that... don’t hide. You be happy and be here, present, no matter who’s around ok? You’re mine, and I’m yours.. and there’s no shame in that.”

Ghosty nodded as she mirrored Hangman’s cute smile, then Hangman pulled her up as he said,

“C’mere baby girl, sit here.”

Pulling her onto his lap and making her rest her back against his chest, Hangman cuddled Ghosty and began to tickle her neck with kisses, wanting to hear her laughter that he had grown addicted to. He was successful when it came out so freely and beautifully, as Ghosty held onto the arms that wrapped around her so securely.

Ghosty’s POV

Ghosty sunk into Hangman’s arms as he held her tightly, and could only feel so happy to have him in her life, because together they had both learned to love one another more and cherish life, embrace their differences and grow. And the moment she knew that she had to spend the rest of her life with him, was when Hangman whispered in her ear lovingly,

“I’ll always keep you safe, and be your wings for you so you can soar high, above everything that wants to hurt you ok? I love you so much, and I’m grateful that you’ve saved me, loved me.. and taken a chance on me.”

Moving her head to give him a warm kiss on the lips, Ghosty then replied,

Hangman’s POV

Hangman didn’t realize that the next words Ghosty said, was going to be one of the main reasons of why he was sure, that he was going to spend the rest of his life with her,

“And I love you too Jake...so much. And I’ll mend your wings and help you hold them up forever as we fly together. As much as you’re the wings to my heart, I will be for yours... forever. Because you saved me too.”

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