#So moving forward I'll see if I can do what I did here and add translation boxes as their own ''layer'' overlaying the clip itself

[luveline]

can I request eddie with golden retriever!reader, maybe where she gets upset because she overheard people calling her stupid and he sees her cry for the first time and it breaks his heart bc even though she’s upset, she’s trying to be happy? a big hurt/comfort moment?

thank you so much for your request! i love him so much i just wanna squeeze him <3 fem!reader, 1k

Eddie stands in the doorway, and you're lucky he's around. He looks pretty today in his softest manner, plaid shirt tied around his waist, a shirt with cut off sleeves showcasing the lengths of his arms and all their subtle muscle, inky dark tattoos climbing his skin in whorls. His hand moves forward toward you, pale fingers bright even in the dark room. 

"It's a party," he says, "what are you doing here all by yourself?" 

You wipe your running nose with your sleeve for lack of a tissue. Sniffling, you say, "I just didn't want to cry in front of everyone. I'll be right there." 

Eddie closes the door with an easy swiftness. He flicks on the lamp, and he looks at you like you've pulled the rug from under his sneakers. 

"It's fine," you say quickly. You add a laugh you're not quite feeling, not wanting him to worry about you. "Don't stress." 

"Why are you acting like this isn't a big deal?" he says immediately, no punches held. 

"It's not, everybody cries." 

Eddie sits on the end of the bed. The bedspread is a washed out grey, the room someone else's and unfamiliar. You hadn't wanted to have anyone come upon you messy crying in the bathroom, slipping into the master bedroom without a word. It's weird to be among other people's things. It has the feeling of isolation creeping in all over again.

Eddie puts his hand on your thigh. "What's wrong?" he asks, squeezing gently. 

"It's really not a big deal." 

"Humour me then. What's bad enough to make you cry?" 

You swipe under your eyes, his questioning prompting another wave of useless tears. They well big and drop fast down your cheeks like warm summer rain on your cool skin. "It's really stupid," you say with a wet laugh. You can't wipe your face fast enough.

"This is agony for me, you realise?" he says, in a tone that's not as teasing as his usual dramatics. "Seeing you upset? Tell me who said something mean and I'll kick their ass." 

"No, Eddie, you can't." 

"So someone did say something mean?" he asks. 

You trace the curve of a silver ring on his fingers as his hand rubs a slow back and forth over your jeans. The ache in your spine from slouching forward into your hands twinges as you begin to relax, your upset softened by his comforting touch. You don't answer him, only look at his hand, tear after tear curving along the slope of your cheek to meet under your chin. You bring your shoulder up and wipe your chin into your t-shirt. 

"Hey," Eddie murmurs, patting your leg, "you can tell me. I won't do anything you don't want me to do, but I gotta know what's making you cry." 

You loll your head to the side and give him a sad smile. "D'you ever get the feeling that… that everyone's just pretending to like you?" 

"No, but… that's because people don't bother pretending, with me," he says. 

You nod appreciatively. "Well…" 

"It doesn't matter, I can guess. I can guess how it would feel. You think people are just pretending to like you?" 

"I know so," you say. 

Eddie takes his hand from your thigh. You don't have time to mourn the loss —his arm comes up behind you, fingers curling gently at your hip. "C'mere," he whispers, closing the gap between your sides. 

"People saying shit about you?" he asks. 

"You know Gareth's friend? The shorter one? He was laughing with his girlfriend about how stupid I sounded when I was telling you about that octopus thing and I… I know I sounded stupid, it was basically a joke, you know?" You rest your head on his shoulder. "It's dumb." 

"That wasn't stupid, that was interesting."

"In what world?"

"Hey, I can deal with idiots talking down on you, that's what idiots do, but I won't hear it from you. Okay? Don't piss me off," he warns jokingly, giving your waist a small shake against him. "You're not stupid. Do you know how fucking smart, how unshakeable you have to be to see the good in the world? It's easy to give into cynicism, that's why I do it."

"Eddie," you laugh. 

"So you got excited about something a bit weird," he says, "so what? Why should they get to say that's stupid?" 

"Is it really weird?" you ask. 

"Super fucking weird, babe." 

He sounds pleased to have said it, his smile audible, his breath a warm fanning against your cheek. You know you're moments away from a chaste kiss pressed sneakily to the skin just shy of your ear. 

You're shameful. "Is that bad?" you ask. 

Eddie kisses you as you'd expected, right on the mark. "No," he says resolutely, grinning at you though you can hardly see him, he's so close. "No way. We're weirdos together."

You let him make you feel better with another hug, this one double-armed, the short stubble of his chin scratching your cheek. Hands full of his hair, you squeeze him tight enough to bruise, pleased when he groans and yanks out of your arms. 

"That how it is?" he asks. 

"Isn't it always?" 

Eddie takes your face into rough hands. You're under no illusion —delusion, even— that he might close the inches between you. This is a Munson style telling off, eyes locked to yours, forcing you to listen. 

"You scared the shit out of me, but don't think you have to come and sit in a dark room crying by yourself. That's not okay. That's a bit sick, actually." 

"Are you serious?" 

"As a heart attack." 

He rubs your cheeks childishly, pushing them up so they apple. Then, with much more tenderness, he wipes the tacky triangles of your eyelashes with the tip of his thumb. "No crying in empty rooms. You have to do it when I'm around, so I can make fun of you." 

"You're very charming," you say sweetly. 

Something funny stutters over his face, like a slice of sincerity through his bravado. "Only with you, sweetheart."  

[rocknroll7575]

X men au

*Marvel rivals*

Magneto: AH Jaune good to fight with one of my most loyal brothers

Jaune: I would rather fight Galactus alone than join you* 10 9 8* and the only reason I even Interact with my version of you is cause you deserve to know your grandchildren

Galacta: GO

Magneto: MY WHAT

Ok... now You've made me do Jaune Marvel Rival interactions:

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Magneto: What are my grandkids like, Jaune?

Jaune: Heh, there a handful, but Wanda's able to handle them

Magneto: Are you not able to take care of them in your world?

Jaune: No, its just that with their mutations, I'm lucky to still be alive, haha! Taking care of Mutants children is way harder than Mutant teens!

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Jaune: Logan? That really you!?

Logan: Yeah, it's me kid, why you lookin so suprised?

Jaune: Oh! Its uh... you just look a lot smaller then I remember...

Logan: What does that mean, huh?

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Emma: Do you think that Scott...?

Jaune: Don't think it Emma, he's gotta be ok, he's faced worse odds then fighting vampires

Emma: I know, I just... I worry

Jaune: I know you do, Emma...

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Jaune: Heh, never thought I'd see the day you'd be working with Peter, Eddie

Venom: We have embaraced our role as a protector yet the spider seems to still distrust us...

Jaune: Can you blame him? You did try to kill him... mutiple times I might add

Venom: Tried is the key word

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Peni: Wow! Your powers are amazing Jaune!

Jaune: Thanks Peni, your Mech is pretty cool too, way more advanced than anything my world has!

Peni: I'd love to see what kinda tech you have in your world, I would love to see what it's like

Jaune: Heh, maybe one day Peni, hopefully, Reed'll be able to take me home someday

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Groot: I am Groot

Jaune: Names Jaune Arc, nice to meet you big guy

Groot: I am Groot

Jaune: ...uh, you already said that

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Jaune: Never thought I'd see you here Ben!

Thing: Heh, me too kid, though I gotta ask... you ain't a vampire, are ya?

Jaune: Ben, do I look like a vampire to you?

Thing: Don't know... I'm half expecting you to sparkle in broad daylight

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Johnny: Hey Jaune! Didn't expect to see you here man!

Jaune: Good to see you Johnny, how are you dealing with... all this?

Johnny: Eh, seems like just another problem for Reed to solve, Hey! Met any hot babes lately?

Jaune: I'm happily married, Johnny...

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Wanda: I'm worried Jaune... with both of us here, who's looking after the children?

Jaune: I don't know Wanda, but hopefully it's Scott or Rogue, at least they can be responsible

Wanda: What about Lorna?

Jaune: Honey, no offense, but the last time your sister babysat, she got them and her trapped in the danger room.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Susan: Jaune, I see you brought Emma with you

Jaune: Don't worry Sue, I'll keep Emma in line,

Susan: Good, you're one of the only people she'll listen too, how do you do it?

Jaune: seven sister's remember?

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Black Widow: Arc? That you kid?

Jaune: Hey Natt, why'd you look so surprised to see me?

Black Widow: Just... it's good to see a familiar face after so long

Jaune: It's good to see you too Natt, I hope the future's treating you well

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Jaune: Hey, we're cool, right big guy?

Hulk: Hulk has no problem with Arc, but Hulk still remembers prank you and Parker pulled

Jaune: Aw, come on, can't we live and let live?

Hulk: Yes, but Hulk will get you back

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Hawkeye: Heh, a knight and an archer, aren't we a pair?

Jaune: You said it, Clint! Let's just hope that aim of yours is still as good as I remember it

Hawkeye: Haha! Unlike your aim, mine's always perfect

Jaune: Hey, I've gotten better!

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Jaune: How are you hanging Buck?

Bucky: I've been taking your advice kid, trying to keep moving forward

Jaune: It's hard, but it's what we gotta do, just to keep fighting the good fight

Bucky: Funny, you almost sounded like Steve there for a second

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Jaune: Hey there little guy... Haven't seen Gwen for a while, everything alright?

Jeff: *sadly purring*

Jaune: Well, hopefully we can find her in all this mess bud, we all miss her

Jeff: *hopeful growling*

[aaronsrpgs]

The Quickstart. The Home Game.

My biggest enjoyment of RPGs comes from running games for people who have never played before. It's what I did for years before covid, and it's why I started designing games. It's something I'm actively starting to do again after a long hiatus. So it's time to make a new home game.

USE CASE The home game is not the perfect game. It's not my desert island game. It's something I am primed to run with minimal friction for new players, where we start playing fast and get a lot done in 60-120 minutes. Some key factors for that:

no rulebook or other external reference needed

basic rules fit on one side of one sheet

customization fits on a small selection of cards, which can be chosen, dealt randomly, and/or traded

rolls lead to interesting choices and big changes

THE SCAVENGING The home game isn't a game I designed. It's a game I stapled together from Apocalypse World, The Veil, and some of my own work. Here are some of the big features and why they were chosen.

- Feelings as Stats: Before every roll, the players have to decide how their character feels. One might worry that this slow things down, but in practice, I've never seen the decision take more than a few seconds. Encourages players to think about the situation emotionally.

- Plain Language: As much as I love powered-by-the-apocalypse games, "moves" and "+1 forward" and other language that lives in the genre isn't very intuitive. So I took a page from Belonging Outside Belonging games and just put "You Can Always…" above the basic moves. And I tried to give them clear, plain-language names.

- Limited Starting Choices: I love playbooks, but passing them around, choosing one, reading the whole thing, and choosing a playbook move can take a while, especially with anxious players who struggle with choice paralysis.

Here there are only 19 moves (mostly called "specials," more clear language), and I tried to pick ones that appeal to the main player types I see:

emulates a trope (warrior, wizard)

asks NPCs for help

befriends animals

chaos monster

And if the game goes past one session, you can add more moves, including from other games, to zero in on a genre. (Someday I'll write a long post about how PbtA doesn't NEED a genre and that it actually rules to mix and match playbooks and moves from different games.)

FINISHING TOUCHES People like cards and little gewgaws, so the specials all fit on cards, and I bring along character cards from Shadowlord!, an old Parker Brothers game, for players who struggle with picking a name or vibe. The leftovers become my NPCs. If I were doing sci-fi, I'd probably find a cheap copy of Coup; I always thought those character cards were beautiful.

A WORK IN PROGRESS I laid this out and printed it the other day, but I've already decided to cut two basic moves (Sway and Ultimatum) because they can get a lot of that info from Read a Person. And I'm going to turn the money move into something closer to Blades in the Dark's quantum inventory. ABC (always be changin) your home game (YHG).

MORE MORE MORE Check out The Ostrichmonkey Hack by Josh Hittie @ostrichmonkey-games and Home Game by Adam Vass.

Get PDFs of my home game from this Google Drive link.

This whole thing is probably related to my Worksheet Manifesto.

What's your home game?

[feralscript]

Jinx X Hard of Hearing Reader

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: In the silence you have me ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

You weren't sure when you first noticed it getting worse. It had been slow - like the tide pulling away from the shore before you even realized the water had receded. Conversations became harder to follow, the hum of the city grew distant, and even Jinx's voice, the one sound you never wanted to lose, was slipping away.

You didn't tell her at first. Jinx had enough on her plate, and you didn't want to add more weight to her already heavy world. But she noticed - of course she did. She always noticed.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ::･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

Tonight, you sat on the roof of your shared hideout, the city stretching out below, neon lights painting Jinx's pale skin in flickering color. She was rambling about something, hands gesturing widely, but you were struggling to catch her words. It was the final crack in the dam.

"I can't hear you," you whispered, voice tight. "Jinx I - It's getting worse. I don't know what to do."

She froze, her blue eyes locking into yours. For a moment, you feared she'd shrug it off. Make a joke, pretend it wasn't happening. But then she softened in a way few ever got to see.

Jinx moved closer, sitting cross-legged in front of you, her hands resting on her knees. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her voice quieter now, slower. She wasn't mad. Just...hurt.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ::･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

You swallowed, looking down at your hands. "Because I don't know how to deal with it. I'm scared, Jinx. It's like the world is disappearing, and I - I don't want to be alone in the quiet."

Something in her expression shattered. "You won't be," she said, without hesitation. She reached out, her fingers curling around yours, grounding you. "I know what it's like when the world turns its back on you, when you feel like drowning, like no one understands. But I do."

Your breath hitched. Jinx never talked about her own pain like this. Not like this.

"I can't fix it," she continued, her grip tightening slightly, "but I can be here. I'll learn, y'know? Whatever you need. Writing stuff down, signing, whatever works for you." She grinned, though there was a softness behind it. "Hell, I'll even make you some cool gadgets to help. Maybe something that lets you feel sound instead."

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ::･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

The lump in your throat threatened to break you. "Jinx..."

She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You're not alone, okay? You'll never be alone."

The dam burst. You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around her, and she hugged you back just as fiercely. Jinx wasn't big on slow moments, but right now, she held you like she'd never let go.

And for the first time in a long time, the silence didn't feel so terrifying.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ::･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

This is the first of many stories I will start writing. I am profoundly hard of hearing and my hearing is quickly going. I will have to get surgical hearing aids this year. I haven't seen too many disability representations on here, so I decided to make a series with all my comfort characters. I would love to write for you too so don't be shy to ask if you have any ideas as well and as always commissions are open. Prices are cheap because the world today. Hope you enjoyed this little comfort fic!

[yuyu1024]

Twilight

Pairings: Yoongi × y/n

Genre/tags: Arranged marriage

Warning: 🔞🔞 smut/angst, mention of food/eating, cursing, sensual touching, making out, needy/clingy, Pet name, lies, kink, unprotected sex, mention of smoking and drinking alchohol jealousy, insecurity, mention of weight&food/eating, mention of blood/violence

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 5.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Part 1 - Prisoner

Part 2 - Escape

Part 3 - Twilight

A/N: again thanks for liking this mini series and my simple writing... 🫶🏻 hope i don't disappoint 🙏🏻

****

[Day 1 into the marriage]

"Here is the wedding certificate and then here are the papers where all the terms of agreement are listed." The lawyer says as he puts down the pens and papers in front of you and Yoongi whilst you two are still in your wedding outfits. "These are final prints... they were revised based from our last meeting." He adds

"Good." Yoongi picks up his pen and signs the wedding certificate. "Thanks for doing this within short notice." And then he proceeds to signing our contract, flipping each page like he's just signing some random deal at work.

"No worries, Mr. Min. We've had clients who have way more pages and things to consider than yours two." The lawyer says

So, this means that a lot of rich people do this kind of contracts. Besides the pre-nup thingy. Meaning, contracts for those who got married just because they had to. What a world we live in.

"Mrs. Min?" Your eyes slowly rises. You see the lawyer handing you the pen.

"Oh." You take the pen from his hand and then slighty move forward from the sofa you are sitting so you could reach the papers.

"Left handed...?" Yoongi mumbles making you look back at him. He is sitting beside you.

"I- I am..." and then you proceed to signing everything. Not missing a page.

"Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Min." The lawyer puts everything in a folder and then an envelope and stands up to bow. "Congratulation on your marriage!"

You are not sure how to response as you know what 'marriage' you just entered. But all you could say is 'Thank you' and bow back

Then the moment the lawyer and his minions left the room, you finally relax and let out a sigh of relieved. The wedding is finally over. The day you have been preparing for months. And the acting as a perfect bride is over. Well atleast for this moment. Coz now, you are not just a bride, you are a wife now. A wife of one of the wealthiest and good looking man in the country. The only son of the famous mafia known to man.

"Don't cut your hair short..." he suddenly says cutting you from your deep thoughts

"Sorry?"

You see him staring at you. His legs crossed and his chin resting on his palm. "Maintain that length..."

Then you glance down at your curled hair that is reaching until below your chest. "Ahm.... okay." You softly answer

"Do you have a doctor?"

"Doctor? For what?"

"To monitor your health... and also a doctor to take care of you... reproductive wise..."

"W-what...?" You could feel your cheeks burn up. You didn't expect a conversation like this just after getting married. "W-why...? Like... Do we need to have children as soon as possible?"

He looks away. "The opposite." He then stands up, hands in his pockets and walks towards the door. "Monitor your period...so when I want to have sex with you... we're safe."

Speechless. He's so straightforward and he sound so cold. But atleast he is talking to you now.

"Did you hear me?" He looks back at you

"Y-yes... I will." You answer, clutching onto your skirt, nervous and scared at the same time.

"Good." He turns his back again to you. "You can rest for bit... and when you're done, your car is waiting at the back entrance."

"My... car? H-how about you?"

"I have work. I'll see you at the house."

"Oh. Okay..."

You watch him leave the room and see Mr. Kim his right hand man smile at you to bid their goodbye and close the door.

That's it for your wedding day. The very eventful day ended up to becoming so silent. Because the next time you see him is 2 weeks after. Crazy isn't it.

Weddings supposed to be followed by a trip for your honeymoon but instead you are brought to his mansion and became a prison.

***

You are walking around the mansion, familiarizing yourself with the surrounding with your personal maid that was assigned to you by your husband, when you hear commotions. Everyone are in a hurry and mumbling as they do random things.

"Miss... Master is home." Your personal maid says answering your unspoken curiosity

"Is he..." you softly say under your breathe. "Should I go to my room now and change?" You ask her.

They have debriefed you the whole two weeks your husband is out. They told you all the things you need to know and add a bit of ideas to you what Yoongi likes. More particularly, your hair being braided whenever he wants to have sex.

How funny that even his staffs know these kind of things. During the two weeks time, it made you wonder, what type of person is Yoongi. How can he be so open about his wants especially from a woman. Like woman he fucks.

It also made you question, did he fuck a lot of woman before he was forced to marry? Did he bring a different woman to pleasure him? Will you be seeing other women if you don't give him his needs? Can you satisfy him?

It's been only at beginning of this life and yet you are flooded by question but no one could answer it. You are not allowed to question him or be curious.

The maid nods and bows.

"Okay then..." you are nervous.

If ever he comes to you and he asks for sex, you are worried and scared at the same time. This is your first time. You are not experienced. You never had a chance to have to have sex yet since you are busy trying to survive and work for your family. The only experience you got is kissing and you don't even know if you are good at it. Your first and last boyfriend was the onky experience you got. you two didn't lasted that long and you were young back then so..

"What are you doing here...?"

Both you and the maid got startled a bit. You two looking back, you both see Yoongi standing at the end of the hallway.

"Y-yoongi?" You mumble, almost a whisper that you can only hear yourself.

Your husband looks like he just came from a fight. The corner of his lips is bleeding and his white shirt have blood on it too.

"Master." The maid bows and explains why you are there. "Miss is just roaming around to get familiar with the house."

While you on the other hand, you are shaking but you try your very best to hide it. "W-what happen..." your voice is too weak for him to even hear

"We were just about to go to her room to get ready." The maid adds.

Yoongi's expression is empty. He is just starring at you with those sharp eyes. It is sending shivers all over your body.

"Tell everybody to not set foot on this wing until I say so..." Yoongi orders the maid

She bows and says, "Understood." And then she glances at me and does the same. "Miss..." before she disappears leaving you and Yoongi alone in the hallway.

"What are you staring at?" He asks as he begins to walk towards you. "Do I scare you?"

"No..." you shake your head

"Do I repulse you?" He then stops right in front of you.

You can now see it more clearing. His bloody lip, the scratches on his neck and his scar. The prominent scar on his face that made you curious about him since the day you met him.

"No... not at all..." you answer

He scoffs with disbelief with your answer. "You are just saying that because of our contract."

You feel offended a little because you are being honest. You are scared of the situation but not him. You are afraid that you might mess up your first night but not because of him. He never really scares you which is odd.

Before you met him, people already gave you warning about him. You were worried yes however all of that blew away when you saw him look at you. You know something is behind those empty eyes. He is different that what people know. You don't want to judge him.

"No..." you insist.

"Really?" He then raises his hand and touch your long straight hair.

"Your hand..." you mumble seeing his red knuckles. "Does it hurt?"

"That's nothing." He answers. "I can still use my hand..." then he gently touch your breast. He let his finger feel where your nipple is and then squeezing it lightly.

You inhale sharply as you watch him do it. This is the first time anyone have touched you like this, in a semi public place. You thought you'd be uncomfortable. But no. You like it. That's what your body tells you.

He is also watching you react on his touch. His eyes never left yours. "Are you nervous?" He asks

"A little."

He smirks, "you should be."

Then he pulled you in for a kiss by grabbing you by your nape. You tip toed a little as he is taller than you. You struggled a bit to find your balance but it didn't matter seconds later as you begin to melt the moment he devours your lips. He is holding you tight and basically carrying you.

His other hand skims down your back until it reaches your ass. He's caressing you down back that it pulls up your mini dress.

"I like this." He says in between the kiss as he touched your lace underwear.

Your heart is beating so fast. The sudden thrilling feeling is overwhelming you but at the same time is turning you on. The way he touches you is making you feel you are so sexy even though you know you are not.

"Spread your legs." He orders and you follow. Then his hand goes in to your panty and cup you down there. "You're so wet." He smirks

You are out of breathe when the kissing stops but him touching you down there, it is making you so red. No one has touched you down there.

"No braids today... I can't fucking wait anymore." He then scoops you off the ground and carried you bridal style. "I'll let this one go since we just got married. I need to fuck you right now."

**********

[6months into the marriage]

Yoongi have been gone for two days for business. He said he will back today but told you not to wait and just go to bed. However, after seeing him looking at bit grumpy and frustrated during his call earlier, you can't help but worry for him. Because usually when you see him like that he'll come home with a bloody knuckle again.

Thinking about him the whole day now affects you. You can't sleep nor feel tired. Your brain is so awake and imagining things that might happen to him.

You want to call him or even message Mr. Kim to know how is he doing. But you can't. You're not allowed to contact him unless it is about your schedule or about his parents. Your interaction with him is still very limited. It's been months since you two got married but nothing has changed.

And since you can't sleep, you decided to go down to the kitchen and make yourself a hot milk. It is perfect for the winter weather and also maybe it can help to ease your mind and get you to feel sleepy even just a little bit.

"It's snowing..." you mumble to yourself as enter the kitchen area.

There is a huge window where you could see the back of the house where the mini garden. You say mini since it is mini compare to how huse this whole house is.

The bushes are all covered in snow and you could see how the moon light reflects on them. It's mesmarizing but also dangerous especially if you are out driving.

"I wonder..." you whisper as you stand right next to the window. "I hope he gets home safetly..."

***

After drinking your hot milk and spending a few minutes staring into the world outside through the window, you still don't feel sleepy at all. So even it's already pass 10pm, you decided that maybe going to your study room and to read a book might help to.

However, on your way to your study area, you walk pass by Yoongi's wing where his room is located

You could hear men talking which made you stop and observe from the end of the hall. You see Mr. Kim talking to a man wearing a white blazer coat. He looked familiar but you are not sure. Not until he turned around and talked to a nurse that came out of Yoongi's room.

He is the Min's family doctor. He is also the same doctor that did your health check up months ago.

"Why is he--"

Then a high pitched, piercing cry echoed from Yoongi's room. He's screaming. He is in pain.

Both men hurries back in his room to check on Yoongi while you on the other hand, frozen and terrified from afar. Questions like; what happened? What's going on? Is he hurt? Why? Is he okay? Why is he screaming like that?

You want to sprint forward to go and check what the fuck is going on with your husband but you are forbidden to enter his wing. Per his rule.

'Y/N... just walk away. Walk away and pretend you didn't hear anything. That's how its supposed to be...' you say to yourself in your head as you take a step back and try to act like nothing happened.

Just move on. You keep repeating as you turn your back. You know he'll not like it, you being nosy.

*******

[7 months & 1 week into the marriage]

"What is it?" He asks as he flips the page of the book he's reading.

"Oh...S-sorry..." you lower your head again and just continued pretending reading the book you have in hand.

He caught you staring at him. But to be more specific, staring at his injured shoulder. This is the first you guys spent time together again. He was gone for awhile. Their doctor insisted that he need to get an operation as his injury was serious.

Yoongi denied him so many times. Even the doctor explained the danger that it would caused him and the injury really damaging his shoulder. He's very hard headed.

But you are glad that eventually, he said yes to the operation. Everyone is relieved when Mrs. Min, his mom, got to force him out of his dungeon and straight to the hospital.

"Are you even actually reading that book?" Yoongi shuts the book he have on hand and throws it on the sofa he's sitting on.

"Ahm..." your eyes shake. "I am..."

"Okay then... what is it about?"

You lift the book more to cover your face. "A young girl... fell in love with a vampire... but the vampire does not like her... so she tries his best to find a way to be... a vampire too... coz maybe... he'll like her back." You made it up. Sort of. You barely finished reading chapter 15.

"Really?"

"Uhum..." you hum and flip a page to act like you are still reading.

Yoongi shakes his head, "What a dumb book." He mumbles.

"Why do you think it is dumb?"

He rolls his eyes. "Why would she want to be a vampire if the vampire does not even like her in the first place. What would that change? That's a bit pathetic of her and stupid"

You lower the book onto your lap and shut it slowly. "Yeah... I guess you're right..."

His comment about the book sort of hit you in the heart. Since you kind a share the same story of the female lead. You are not in love but you try so hard to be accepted and be liked by him, your husband. Though you know it will never happen. He only likes to fuck you. Nothing more. Nothing less.

"My mother wants to have lunch with you on the weekend. Be available." He says as he is focused on his phone probably reading emails.

'I'm always available.' You say in your head. 'How can I not be? I'm just at home and no where to go to.'

"Okay." You answer as you put down the book down beside you.

He is busy looking down at his phone now. Again. And just like that the room became so silent. You are just literally there to accompany him while he sits down in his home office and do whatever business he do. He do his work at home since he cannot report yet to work.

*beeps*

Your phone blinks as you receive a new message. It is a message from your friend back home, Taehyung. He's asking you how are you and also giving you updates about everything that has been going on in your small town. His simple text and updates every now and then really makes you smile. It is a simple thing that you look forward to every now and then. Since, lately, you have been loosing your smile day by day.

"What's funny?" He asks, not even looking at you

You put your phone down. "N-nothing... sorry...."

********

[11 months into the marriage]

Your wedding anniversary is coming soon and for some reason you are excited about it. You are not giggling to yourself or kicking off your feet when you are in bed alone thinking about it, however, you are really looking forward to it. For some reason, you want to celebrate it. It is a milestone for you. A simple achievement.

"Here you go, Miss." Your maid pulls out this mini plunging floral print dress with long sleeves from the hanger. You bought this online a few weeks ago. You think it is a cute dress to wear today. It is not fancy nor expensive but you like it. "Where to go today, Miss?"

You get up from the chair and undo your robe, revealing a cute pair of undergarment. "Nothing special... I just.... want to go out."

"I'll inform the driver then to get ready."

"Thank you." You take the dress from her hand so she could go on and inform the driver.

You have nothing to do today. Yoongi is out of town again and you have no schedules so you decided to go and visit your friend back home.

***

"Y/N!" Taehyung runs towards you and embraces you the moment you got out of the car. "Long time no see!" He then pats your head and pinches your cheek.

"Long time..." you answer then pulling back a little as you see his little sister running from afar. "Mia!" Bending down so you could welcome the little cutie's hug. "I've missed you! Oh my gosh! You've grown so much!"

"She's now two... can you believe it?" Taehyung says

"Oh dear!" You carry her and kisses her chubby cheeks. "I want to eat your cute little cheeks!" You tease her, making her giggle.

"Glad you had time to visit."

"Yeah... My husband is away so... I made plans."

"Why? Does he not allow you to go out?"

"No... not like that... he's busy and I got busy as well which is... new. And I'm still adjusting..."

It is true that Yoongi does not limit you with going out. It's just that you were and still adjusting big time to everything. The lifestyle, the household and Him. He is the big adjustment in your life right now.

"So, how's married life? I mean... married life with one of the richest man in the country?"

You exhale as smile. "Weird?"

"Weird? In what way?"

A lot of things. The lavish life is very nice in the beginning and exciting but then as time goes by you get very overwhelmed by the new things and items that comes in every now and then. Plus you don't repeat that much clothes which is very icky for you coz every dress and clothing is expensive so you want to wear them as much as possible.

Luckily, Yoongi didn't mind when you told him to not ask his stylists to buy you new clothes every release. You told him you wanted to buy on your own and just ask for consultation when you need to.

"Not used to it yet." Then you look behind you. "Even going around with a maid and a bodyguard."

He looks back and sees the two person standing a few feet away. "Oh... right."

"Play! Play!" Little Mia mumbles as she points at their house

"Play what?" You ask

"Ah, Dad built her a play house at the back. She likes to go their and play pretend house with her dolls." Taehyung explains

"I see.." you kiss little Mia's cheek again. "Let's play?"

"Yayaya!" Little Mia squeals in joy.

***

You spent quite a few hours at your friend's house. You even met a few old neighbors and classmates as well, catching up with their own lives and everything. It was fun. You enjoyed talking with them, finally talking this much again like before. It was refreshing.

However, along the talkings, you find it amusing that most of them got married as well after you and one is already expecting a baby and the other one is excited to go on a trip with his husband. Their stories of marriage is very different than yours. Their stories are very warm and thrilling while yours have a lot of activities yes, but the warmth, you don't have that.

You felt your smile fade away as the conversations continues. You also felt small and be like the other kid that's missing out a lot.

Taehyung even noticed it. He put his arm around you and gave you a 'it's okay' look. He knows what you are already feeling though he didn't asked what was on your mind. He just knew you needed a little nudge.

"Warm bath, miss?" Your maid asks as you both exit the elevator.

You got home already. You were knocked out on the way home.

"Maybe later?" You say.

"Understood."

"Thank you for today... you can go and rest for a bit. I'll just call you if I need you."

She bows. "Miss." And then walks off

You sigh heavily, closing your eyes shut for a few seconds before you decide to go to your study room. You want complete isolation and probably sit down at your favorite spot, the window seat and watch the sunset. Your study room have the best view of the sunset.

Pushing the window slightly open to let the crispy cool air in, then kicking your shoes off your feet as you lean your head out a bit and take in the fresh air.

The small smile you are wearing instantly vanishes as a thought comes in your head again.

Taehyung did talked to you before you left earlier. Besides asking you to visit often, he suddenly asked you if you're happy. Of course you said yes but deep inside, you question yourself. 'Am I?'

"Yah! Yoongi! You promised me that yatch so you should get me that yatch!"

You suddenly hear a woman's voice from afar. You have never heard anyone talk that loud ever in this house. So it made you curious. You peak your head out again from your window and start to look around where it comes from. And then when your eyes lands on the view of the driveway, you see Yoongi walking towards the car where Mr. Kim is waiting, holding the door and then a woman following your husband.

"Hey... don't ignore me!" She runs after Yoongi and hooks her arm to his.

It stunned you. You never hooked your arms around Yoongi's before. They.... look close. Who is she?

You see Yoongi talk to her, making an exhausted face. He looks so done and just want her to leave. But at the same time, it's not like he does not want to talk to her. Actually, he looks a bit relaxed talking to her.

Compared to you. He is strict, always serious and bored.

"Buy me the yatch!" She says again before he gets into the car.

You didn't hear what Yoongi answered. He just waved his hands and Mr. Kim shuts the door and goes to the passenger seat and leave with the unknown girl.

Before Yoongi could turn around and catch you, you instantly get back in and shut the window.

*****

[1st Anniversary]

"Good morning, Miss." Your maid enters your room and bows as she always does.

"Is he home?"

"Master left early this morning."

"Really..." you softly say. You sound sad and disappointed. "Did he say where is he going and what time will he back?"

"Sorry, Miss. Master didn't mention anything nor Mr. Kim."

"Hmm... okay then."

You had your hopes up. How stupid of you to think that he will celebrate with you. Hoping that maybe, even just for special occassions like this he could atleast be present.

It is a tough year for you. All through out this whole year, the only thing that is constant for your smile fading away. Yeah you are a bit light and always trying to be positive about the two of you. But since now its your one year into this marriage, officially 1st anniversary, and he is still like this. Maybe it's better you stop smiling already. It breaking your heart every time.

"Maybe he's with her." You mumble. "She's more of a good company than I am..." you flop on your bed and cover yourself with your duvet.

"Shall I get ready your outfits, Miss?"

"No.... just... sorry... can you please leave me alone for awhile?"

"I'll be outside."

Hearing the door closing, finally you let loose of yourself. For the first time, you are crying because of Him. Sobbing. You don't know why you are but it just felt right. You are disappointed, tired and feel unappreciated. Though you know how this thing between you two is, even you tell it to yourself hundred of times, you can't stop your own self to care and not try. You don't want to be a burden for him. You don't want to take advantage of his money. You don't want to act like you don't give a fuck. You don't want to not like him.

Yoongi is still a person, a man and you are a woman. Though you know that you don't love him you still like him. He is a kind person and giving though he is strict and have tons of rules for you but you don't care. And you don't know why you don't care.

It is very confusing for you. You are not even sure now what you are feeling. You just want him to notice you and just to... care. Maybe? Even just a little bit. ;(

You continue to cry and cry until your heart feels as numb as your eyes. You want to let it all out now to get over with your feelings. He can't see you emotional. He can't see that you care. Because if he did, maybe it will make him change his mind and let you go.

****************

[Day after 1st anniversary]

"Here's your coffee, Sir." Mr. Kim cautiously puts his cup of coffee in his desk while Yoongi is busy talking to his staff online

He did woke up early today even though he finished work late as well. He is already in his home office at 4am and very busy already. He had a few early meetings with time differences to think of.

"Can't you all fucking handle this? It's not like the task is hard!" He is scowling at the two men at the corner of the screen as he take a hit of his cigarette. "I assigned you to collect these because I know you could handle those mother fuckers. What happened?!?"

"Our mistake, Sir." One starts, "We didn't expected him to resist since it's their frist time dealing with us."

"Hmmm." Yoongi smashes his cigar on the ash tray. "Bring in your men tomorrow morning before dawn and show them how we deal with fuckers like him. And tell them this is us being super nice."

"Yes sir."

"Let's end this now. Just inform me when it's all sorted."

"Understood sir."

Yoongi then slams his laptap close and then grabs his cup of coffee to drink.

"What's my schedule for today?"

Mr. Kim then checks the ipad on his hand. "Nothing sir..."

"Nothing?" Yoongi frowns. "What you mean nothing?"

Mr. Kim looks at him and tries to see if Yoongi would realize what day it is today. "I guess you really forgot."

"Forgot what?" Yoongi puts down the coffee and pulls his phone out of his pocket to see what day it is. "So, you are telling me you didn't scheduled any work today because of my wedding anniversary yesterday?"

"Yes."

Yoongi rolls his eyes and leans back to his chair. "We have a lot of collections to do, Mr. Kim."

"I know sir. But one day of rest would not hurt." He says, "with your wife."

Raising his brow, Yoongi does not show any hint of any emotion. Mr. Kim could not sense if he's okay with it or not.

Sighing, "Ready the car." Yoongi orders the man standing by the door.

"Where are you going, Sir?" Mr. Kim questions

Yoongi didn't answer though. He just stood up and started walking to exit his office. He even told his men and even Mr. Kim to not follow him which confused most of them.

"Where do you think Master going today?" The young guard asks

Mr. Kim smiles and says, "Not sure where... but looks like he's visiting his wife first."

And he is right. Yoongi is actually stomping his way towards the other wing of the mansion where Y/N's room is located.

"Master." Two maids who are walking along the hallways this early, cleaning, sees him and greets him.

"Is she awake?"

"No sir. Not yet...."

He stops just at her door. "She's usually up early. Right?"

"Yes, master." One answer, "she do get up early... but not today..."

"Is she sick?"

"No... but..." then the maid pauses and lookd hesitant.

"What is it?" Yoongi turns to see why the maid stopped.

"Well...." she lowers her voice. "We heard that... Miss cried so much yesterday."

"Cried?" Yoongi's forehead creases with confusion

"Yes." Both maid answers

"Hmm..." Yoongi then faces Y/N's wooden door and just stayed still for a good few seconds.

"Do you want us to wake her up, Master?" One asks

"No..." he utters as he hold onto the door handle. "Please go ahead and prepare breakfast so when she wakes up at sunrise she could eat...and also... just... leave us alone for a moment..."

Both maids look at each other, surpressing a smile. They know Yoongi is worried about his wife though their master seems to not notice it himself. They find it amusing how their master is... changing. It is very minimal and not really noticable unless you have known him for quite sometime. But it is a big thing.

"We'll let the others know..." the other says, pertaining to not disturb the couple

***

Upon entering Y/N's room, Yoongi finds his wife sleeping so soundly on her queen size bed. Her arms are on her side, spreadout like they are her wings and about to fly. Her eyes, he can see how puffy they are. And her expression, she looks like she really did fell asleep crying. She even fell asleep on the buttom end of her bed.

She's adorable.

"Why did you cried?" Yoongi asks softly as he runs his knuckles on her cheek. "Is it because of me...?" He goes down to sit on the bedroom bench and picks up the book that must've fallen on the floor. "Or is it because... of this book...?" He places the book back on the bed and leans in, to fix her douvet. "I hope it's the latter... don't cry because of me... it's not worth it." He then removes the hair strands covering her face. "also.... I didn't forgot" he then bends over more before planting a soft and delicate kiss on her lips whilst making sure he won't wake her up. "Happy anniversary Y/N..." his eyes scans her face one more time before kissing her again. But this time on her forehead and whispered. "Just wait a bit more..."

***

"Sir..." Mr. Kim bows as Yoongi returns to his home office. "The car is ready..."

However, Yoongi didn't responded. He just walk pass Mr. Kim and go to stand by his office window.

"Is everything alright, Sir?"

Closing his eyes, Yoongi tries to organize his thoughts.

"Mr. Kim..."

"Yes, sir?"

Yoongi opens his eyes, just in time for the a hint of light peaks through the dark sky. "Can you please call my lawyer..."

"Sir?" Mr. Kim wonders why Yoongi suddenly wants him to contact a lawyer. "May I ask, which one?"

Yoongi turns around to face him. "Call Mr. Choi..."

Processing in his mind why Yoongi would like to call the lawyer than made their prenup and marriage contract alk of a sudden. "Okay sir... but may I ask for what reason?"

Yoongi picks up his pack of cigarette and pulls out one stick using his lips. "Just bring him in. I need to talk to him. Privately.... Asap."

"Understood, Sir."

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Hi Dema!! Your art is fantastic and even the lineart is awesome! Solid and confident in where it's thick and where thin. I really like how your style has characters look more realistic and they have specific consistent features. Your blog has a pleasant atmosphere, and you're skilled in weaving AUs! There's a lot of details and structure, and I'd like to ask if any of them have a full story arc? Could you do a list of all of the AUs? Is there a motif that you especially like that repeats in any of the AUs? And whenever you add comments to my stuff in the tags I literally smile, it makes me want to keep at my plan to create everything I have in mind. So I'd like to spread this joy! I hope you have a nice day! (from late-draft ^^)

Hello, Late-Draft! I wasn't expecting this ask at all but I'm so glad to have received it!

First of all—I'll try to hold myself back from giggling like a schoolgirl. I'm having a sempai noticed me moment over here and that's just embarrassing. So give me a second to compose myself, if that's alright?

Okay, I'm back.

Now, on to business.

Character design, especially when it comes to facial features and how they're unique to each person, has always been a passion of mine. I always try to have a solid design for each character. I choose which features feel like the character in question, which face feels natural to draw, and go along with it. I love drawing Katara as much as I love drawing Zuko. Meanwhile, I seem to be on a never-ending battle against Sokka's features. Woes of an artist, I suppose.

Character design is actually one of the reasons I love your work so much, in case you hadn't noticed. I'm currently experimenting a bit with a different style... Hopefully it won't be long before the artwork is done and I can share it over here. I'm so excited for everyone to see it!

Now it's time for the reason we're all here.

I have said it before and shall say it once more: AUs are my lifeblood.

I love them so much! Building them, daydreaming the scenes, thinking of the characters and how they differ from their canon versions. The arcs and the themes and the worldbuilding. Building AUs is my passion, and I have so many of them!

There are a lot of motifs and themes that tend to repeat themselves in several of my AUs, I believe.

You'll notice that most of my stories are Zuko-centric, with a heavy emphasis on grief and humanity. There's the question of what makes us human and how to move forward when the whole world seems to push you back. I put a lot of stock in metaphors and symbolism within the narrative itself. I'm especially interested in the nuance of war and how it affects people emotionally, physically, and psychologically

I also tend to reutilize some elements of the lore and/or worldbuilding! Such as the Painted Lady's backstory, or the existence of War Children within the ATLA universe.

Now, the list!

I think I'll start with my current project, if that's okay :)

For the Spirits (New Gods AU)

Zuko was a child when he met Agni. Then, the spirits started coming to him. Eyes hidden in the hallways, voices pleading for help, for recognition, for remembrance.

Zuko could see Agni. He could see the broken remains of a Great Spirit and the empty smiles of amnesiac ghosts.

And they could see him in return.

I've been working on this AU for a long time, but only now did I get the chance to start writing the fic (linked up there!). I'm extremely excited about FTS and where the story will lead us in the future, but I'll try not to spoil too much.

It's a Zuko-centric story, with a heavy emphasis on Spirits and humanity. I'd like to add a warning for depression/mental health issues.

To Hesitate (Lee & Kya AU)

As she watches Lee and Kya avoid each other's eyes from across the room, the phrase comes back to her, swift and silent:

"To hesitate is to lose."

.

As Song treats the victim of an unfortunate interaction with a rare poisonous flower, her day takes an unexpected turn when it becomes apparent that the old man's nephew and her assistant have history.

A vivid history.

The Lee & Kya AU is a vibe, a feeling. It's probably one of my oldest AUs out there as well as one of my dearest.

A classical Lee and Kya From The Tea Shop AU, full with wholesome fandom tropes such as: fake (but not really) dating, fake identities, Ba Sing Se shenanigans, vigilante stuff, White Lotus missions, Iroh is a great Uncle, Zuko is an awkward turtleduck, and, of course, the fluffiest fluff you'll ever see.

Other than that, Lee & Kya is probably one of the less plot-focused AUs I have. However, that doesn't mean that there aren't scenes I can't wait to write or a canon divergence or two where Zuko is concerned.

(I have another fic posted but I'll leave that one to the end. You asked for a full story arc and, oh boy, does Soundless deliver.)

Kintsugi AU

Closer to being canon-adjacent than canon-divergent, Kintsugi is yet another Zuko-centric AU (and are we not noticing a pattern over here?).

I'd love to explain it in depth, but I believe the caption of the artwork linked above does a better job at explaining than I ever will.

Kintsugi is the art of decorating your scars with pieces of Agni.

In the Fire Nation, the amount of golden marks are a sign of status. Only the Royal Family can afford to seal every single wound with Kintsugi. Such is the weight of this tradition that, among the ones with Agni's blood, it is the highest mark of dishonor to have a natural scar, for it proves you aren't worthy of the privilege.

After the Agni Kai, Ozai forbid Zuko's scar to be sealed with Kintsugi. The boy wasn't worth his title, his traditions or his pride. Zuko would be broken, but he wouldn't be beautiful. Not anymore.

(And sometimes it's easier to pretend he never was)

Kyoshi Warriors AU

One of my absolute favorites!

In this AU, Ursa took Zuko and Azula with her when she was banished, so they could start anew. With help from Iroh and the White Lotus, she managed to relocate her freshly burned eight-year-old child and her crying daughter to Kyoshi Island.

Years later, when Avatar Aang and his companions first arrive at Kyoshi Island, they're met by the Kyoshi Warriors and their leader, Noriko of pale skin and warm brown eyes.

The Gaang leave Kyoshi Island many weeks later with a new companion. And if Jian Li, with his war paint and his scar and his dual dao, gives the island that he has called home for so long one final, longing glance as they fly away on Appa, they pretend not to notice.

Hunters AU

We're starting to dwelve deep into dangerous waters!

This is a Katara Joins Zuko In His Quest To Find The Avatar AU, with a twist!

This AU was born as a writing experiment. What if we take Katara's character, and change one of her core characteristics? Katara, who looked up to the Avatar as a saviour figure, now blames him for leaving and allowing the Fire Nation to wage war on the world.

Then comes Zuko, a banished Prince with a crew full of traitors and his own agenda. Zuko wishes for nothing more than to dethrone his father and end the war. He is a White Lotus member, an honorable, driven young man, and he has a plan.

The catch? He needs to take the Avatar to his father if he wishes to regain his title and be able to rightfully take the throne. Oh, and he will deliver the Avatar to the Fire Lord—but nobody said it had to be in chains.

Halfblood AU

I watched Blue Eye Samurai a few months ago and it destroyed me. The idea of a half-blooded child dead set on getting revenge for their very existence stuck with me, and this AU was born.

Kanna made a life for herself in the Earth Kingdom after leaving the North. Katara was raised by her grandmother in a small village, being taught to hide her bending if she wanted to live peacefully in a place she was only half of. Her mother had died in childbirth. Her father, a nameless warrior from the Southern Water Tribe who had loved Kya and left her behind, didn't know of Katara's existence.

Katara took over Kanna's clinic after she passed away. Always taking care of others. Always suppressing her need to bend. Always wishing for more.

One day, he arrived. A half-child, just like her. But while she was of Water, he was a son of Agni. He was searching for the man who brought him to this world. The man who scarred him. The man whose face he couldn't recall, whose name he did not know. The man whose specter had chased his mother to her grave. The man who would die at his hand.

The answers were hidden in a small teashop deep within Ba Sing Se. Lee offered her a way out, and Katara took it.

Soundless (Uiscefhuaraithe)

Katara of the Southern Water Tribe has hands scarred by fire and great talent, though no teacher.

Zuko is a mute War Child, a herbalist and healer, and the Blue Spirit. He bears the mark of fire, and the scar of the blade that took away his voice.

The first time they met, the Blue Spirit had just saved her, tough not before her hands got burned. The second time they met, his name was Lee, and he was healing her.

They live in war and they will fight, if not for the world, then for themselves.

You asked for a full storyline, and I shall deliver!

Soundless is probably the only AU I have fully planned. Three-books, Azula redemption arc, role-reversals and all.

This AU has everything. From travelling through the Earth Kingdom together, to odd character team-ups that somehow manage to work, and a major goal/conflict to resolve.

Zuko and Katara must find their way to Omashu in an Earth Kingdom ravaged by war as they also grow to understand each other, themselves, and the world around them. They meet with new and old alliances, keep their ears open for rumors of the Avatar (They say he is an airbender, Lee. Do you truly belive that?), and do their best to always be two steps ahead of their pasts.

Meanwhile, both the Northern and Southern Water Tribes are searching for the runaway heiress, Aang must find his way alone on this new, hostile world, and Azula must face the revelation that, despite what her father has stated for the last two years (liar, he lied at her! Her! He lied he liedliedliedlied), her brother might just be alive.

I'm sorry for making this such a long answer! I just get very excited about these subjects and don't know when to stop. If you made it all the way down here: thank you again.

I hope you have a good day ❤️

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"with no consequence, i will do it again"

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the band practice room was quieter than usual due to the decrease in number

you had never been here alone with just ino before. the air felt different without the usual chaotic energy of the other members. the drum set stood untouched, the guitars resting idly against the wall, and the room held an eerie stillness, waiting for something to break it. ino sat on one of the amplifiers, fingers loosely intertwined as he watched you. his expression was unreadable, his jaw tense. you exhaled slowly, willing yourself to keep steady. after everything that had happened, you didn't know how to begin

but ino did.

"so," he started, voice low but firm. "are you okay?"

that was enough to make your chest tighten.

you had been expecting a million different things—a defensive remark, a joke to break the tension, maybe even another argument—but instead, he asked if you were okay. and you didn't know how to answer

"i…" you hesitated, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "i'll be okay."

he nodded, understanding. "thats," he murmured. "thats great."

silence stretched between you, thick and heavy

"i didn't mean for any of this to happen," he said eventually, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it. "the fight, the accusations… you getting caught in the middle of all this."

you met his eyes. "it wasn't your fault."

ino scoffed, shaking his head. "it wasn't yours either." his fingers drummed against the amplifier. "but that's not how he made it seem, is it?"

you swallowed hard. the way sukuna looked at you, like you had betrayed him just by existing near ino, replayed in your head over and over again. the way his voice dropped when he spoke to you. the way he made you feel like you were still his, even when he had been the one to let you go.

ino leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "you don't owe him anything."

your breath hitched. "it's not that simple."

"yeah, it is."

he was staring at you now, gaze unwavering. and something about it made you feel bare—like he could see right through all the defenses you were trying to hold up

"he gets to be mad, sure," ino continued. "that's what happens after a breakup." his voice dropped slightly, his words slower, more deliberate. "but he doesn't get to make you feel like you did something wrong just by moving on."

your lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

moving on. had you? you hadn't had time to think about it in depth. but standing here, with ino looking at you like that, you knew that you wanted to. and maybe… you did

his gaze flickered to your hands, then back up. "you don't have to keep calling me ino, you know."

you blinked. "what?"

he gave a lopsided smile, something softer than his usual smirks. "we're not strangers. or just bandmates." his voice dropped just a fraction, enough to make your skin prickle. "you can say takuma."

you exhaled, feeling the weight of his words settle over you. "takuma," you tried, testing it on your tongue. the way his name felt when you said it made something flicker in his eyes—something unreadable but intense. a slow smirk curled at the corner of his lips. "yeah. that's better." then, he reached past you, grabbing a guitar from its stand. "here," he said, flinging the strap around his body. "let's write something."

you hesitated, but when he moved over to make space next to him, patting the spot, you followed. the next two hours passed in fragments—soft strums of the guitar, scribbled lyrics, the occasional brush of fingers as you worked through melodies. it was effortless, in a way. like the tension had melted into something productive, something intimate in its own right. takuma hummed under his breath, testing a verse. his voice was rough around the edges, not perfect musically, but it was perfect to you and something about it made your stomach tighten

"what about this?" he asked, glancing at you

you met his gaze, and for a second, neither of you spoke. the music had filled the silence, but now, there was only the weight of his eyes on you. the way he looked at you—like you were something worth singing about. "it's good," you muttered, paying attention to his fingers on the chords of the guitar. "should we run it from the second verse?" takuma nodded, adjusting his position on the amp. you pointed to the notebook in your hands, the lyrics you two had made up over the past two hours scribbled on it, "the lines circled in pink ink are me and the ones circled in black are you! so the order is me, me, you, you, me, you, you, me, you, you! okay? okay! 5, 6… 5, 6, 7, 8."

" do you wanna get in danger?

a little trouble makes a good front pager

i don't wanna be a traitor

but you make it so hard not to hate ya

and under the mud we find ourselves

i'm a user, get your tongue in a twist

i never knew i'd be cutting the line like this

and into the blood, write, "hear us now"

i'm a user, get your tongue in a twist

i never knew i'd be cutting the line like this "

by the time takuma played the final chord, you were extremely close. the way you two inched towards each other during the song was so natural that you didn't even notice it until your faces were centimeters apart. "hey there, skater girl." he laughed at himself, watching you visibly deflate at the nickname. "aaaand you ruined it." you stood up abruptly, shooting him a look before taking a few steps towards the door

takuma's hands turned you around with ease before cupping your face and pulling you into him. his lips crashed onto yours with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. his hands, warm and steady, framed your face as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head just enough to press against you harder, to leave no space between you. his body was firm against yours, his presence all-consuming, and the way he kissed you—desperate, like he'd been holding back for too long—made your knees weak

a quiet gasp escaped you when he pulled you even closer, pressing your back against the nearest wall. his hands slid from your face, one tangling into your hair, the other settling at the small of your back, anchoring you to him. he tasted faintly of the monster he had around thirty minutes prior, but underneath that, there was something unmistakably him—something that left you breathless and dizzy

he broke away just long enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips. his fingers traced slow, teasing circles against your lower back, and when he spoke, his voice was rough, barely more than a whisper

"you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that."

"are we gonna forget this time?"

"oh please," takuma placed a quick kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear, "i never forgot that."

before you could think, before you could second-guess yourself, you pulled him back down to you. his lips curved into a smirk against yours, but he didn't hesitate. he kissed you deeper this time, slower, as if savoring the feeling. his hands roamed, fingertips ghosting over your sides, your waist, drinking the very essence of your soul, mind, body, and spirit in. his grip tightened as he suddenly pressed his body flush against yours, lips continuing to move in tandem. takuma kissed like he played music—passionate, controlled when he needed to be, but reckless when it mattered. and right now, all of that energy was focused on you and you wouldn't have it any other way

"who's ready to rock—and… roll…"

kirara closed the door as fast as she opened it, the sound of her words and the door causing you and takuma to practically fly off each other

your eyes found solace in anything but the man you were just making out with, the slightly soundproof walls, the wooden floor, damn even the harp that was left here after miwa said that she played it and you all tried to incorporate it into a song. but of course, your eyes glanced to the man once twice thrice and his fingers were furiously typing away. he cleared his throat and shyly looked at you,

"uh…, are you down for another skate lesson?"

takuma was already waiting when you stepped into the commons of your dorm building, lounging on the arm of a couch with an extra skateboard propped against his leg. he was scrolling through his phone, but the second he saw you, his face lit up with that easy, familiar grin. "there you are, pretty girl," he teased, slipping his phone into his pocket. "was starting to think you wanted me to look like a stalker." you rolled your eyes, adjusting the sleeves of your hoodie. "its two minutes after four."

"two minutes too late." he sighed dramatically, nudging the spare skateboard toward you with his foot. "hope you're ready, though. i brought this one just for you." you took the board, running your fingers over the grip tape. you noticed that it was the same model as the one takuma had, the only difference was that it wasn't decorated at all. "you sure about this? last time, i ate concrete like… four times."

"eight, actually." he shot you a knowing look, grabbing the board back from you and picking his own up from the floor, "but who's counting?" you huffed, following him toward the door. when you reached the park, it was nearly empty, the ramps and rails casting long shadows in the fading light. the only sounds were the faint hum of traffic and the occasional clatter of a skateboard landing a trick in the distance. takuma glanced at you as he set his board down, handing you yours. "you ready?"

you exhaled, rolling your shoulders. "depends. are you actually gonna teach me something new this time, or just laugh at me?"

he laughed, stepping onto his board effortlessly. "are you actually gonna listen, or ignore my advice and almost break your neck again?"

you scoffed, setting the blank board down. "that happened, like, once."

"twice." takuma smirked, rolling up beside you. "c'mere."

you pushed off carefully, letting him meet you halfway. his hands landed on your hips to steady you, fingers warm even through your hoodie. it wasn't the first time he'd done this, but something about it felt different now. maybe it was the way his hands lingered, the way his gaze flickered down to your lips before snapping back up. maybe it was the way your heart stuttered a little too fast.

"relax," he murmured, giving your waist a small squeeze. "you're too stiff."

you took a deep breath, adjusted yourself slightly and looked up at him expectantly, "better?" to your surprise, takuma just nodded profusely after breaking eye contact with you, stuttering a bit, "yeah—um, i think you're ready now." you got off the board, fully turned toward him and crossed your arms, "whatever you're thinking of, the answer is no."

"i genuinely think you can get a kickflip."

"absolutely not."

"oh, c'mon. you got this." he rolled back a bit, demonstrating the trick effortlessly. "it's all about commitment. you just have to flick your foot right and—"

"die?" you gave him a flat look. "because that's where this is going."

he chuckled, shaking his head. "nah, i won't let you fall. promise."

you swallowed, ignoring the way your chest tightened. "we both know what happened the last time you said that."

breaking down the motion step by step, takuma watched as you attempted the trick—over and over and over. each time you got close, he encouraged you, adjusting your stance, correcting your movements with the lightest touches to your arms or hips. "you're hesitating," he pointed out, "just commit."

"easy for you to say," you muttered, pushing back your hair. "you don't have to worry about face planting."

he smirked, moving a little closer. "falling's part of the process. but, like i said, i won't let you hit the ground."

something about the way he said it made your stomach flip. his voice was calm, but there was an underlying promise beneath it, something steady and unshakable. you inhaled sharply, nodding. "alright. one more try. this is my last one. i swear."

this time, you went for it. the board flicked beneath you, spun once—and you landed, slightly wobbly but still standing. for a second, disbelief flooded you, your breath caught in your chest as you stared down at your feet, as if waiting for gravity to remember you weren't supposed to succeed

takuma's yell cut through your daze. "holy shit, you did it!"

you blinked, the realization sinking in all at once. "i did it."

without thinking, you threw your arms around his neck in excitement, "i did it!" he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you from the board and spinning you around, laughing against your shoulder. and then after the adrenaline settled, you became hyper aware of how close you were—the way his hands fit against your back, the way his breath tickled your neck. you pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze

his lips parted as his eyes scanned you, "may i?"

it was slow, deliberate—like he was savoring every second, like he was committing every brush of your lips, every stolen breath, to memory. his hands trailed from your waist, fingers tracing light, teasing patterns along your spine before pulling you in even closer, as if he couldn't bear a single inch between you. the heat of his palms burned through the fabric of your hoodie, grounding you, igniting something deep and urgent in your chest

your fingers curled into the fabric of his sweatshirt—clinging, desperate—nails lightly scraping against the material as you pressed closer. the warmth of his breath ghosted against your lips before he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving with a perfect mix of softness and hunger. his tongue flicked against your bottom lip—coaxing, teasing—drawing a quiet gasp from you that he swallowed eagerly. a groan rumbled in his chest as he tilted his head, kissing you deeper, like he was trying to memorize every inch of your mouth

one of his hands slid up, fingers threading through your hair as he angled you just right, as if he couldn't get enough. the other roamed lower, fingers pressing lightly against your hip before gripping it, tugging you flush against him. the way he held you, the way his body pressed against yours, sent heat coiling low in your stomach, an ache that had nothing to do with the burning sun above and the warm air around you

"um, f-for the food, i'm thinking that new restaurant on fifth," takuma pulled away, licking his lips and feeling oddly self-conscious at the moment, "have you been there yet?"

you took a second to catch your breath and hopefully cool down the overwhelming warmth in your face. god, where did he learn to do that? "did you read my mind? i've wanted to go there since it opened!"

"i actually have a mind reading superpower, so i know what you're thinking like, all the time."

"oh yeah? what am i thinking right now?"

"let's see," takuma rubbed his temples in a circular motion, his eyes piercing into yours. "you're thinking about how i'm such a great kisser and how i would be an even better boyfriend and how cool and awesome and hot and funny and sexy and amazing and—"

"that's so many adjectives."

"am i wrong?"

"you weren't far off."

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ficlet: for as long as it takes

I'm having feelings about middle-aged msr + I'm in the mood for angst. That's rarely a good combination. There's a good chance I'll decide to be nice to them later, though! Here, have a little pre-revival ficlet with feelings.

He doesn’t mean to do it. He really doesn’t. It’s crossing all the boundaries they’ve set, but he misses her so much he’s paralyzed with longing. His hands won’t obey his mind. He barely manages to pick up the phone, then hangs up on her with a spike of panic when she answers. He doesn’t want to break the rules. He respects the rules. The rules are their only hope.

She calls him back, but he doesn’t pick up, instead waits for the phone to stop ringing and then texts her “I’m sorry, I’m fine. I just called your number by mistake.” She doesn’t text him back. He drops onto the couch and buries his face in his hands.

He’s managed to get up and stand by the kitchen counter, wanting to make coffee but unable to remember how to move his hands, when he hears the sound of a car outside.

He squeezes his eyes closed and doesn’t cry. He even knows the sounds of her parking her car. He recognizes the specific sound of her closing her car door. Her footsteps outside, and then her knock on the door. “Mulder?” she calls.

His feet begin their walk towards the door, drawn to her like a moth to the flame. He’ll burn himself on her if that’s the only way he can be near her. He even knows the sounds of her unlocking the door. And then she’s standing inside their house—his house—before he’s even crossed the room.

“Mulder,” she says, a look of concern in her eyes.

“Scully,” he says. “What are you doing here?”

“I—” She stops, and he has no trouble reading the expression on her face. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t want to know. She couldn’t stop herself from driving out here any more than he could stop himself from calling her. “You wouldn’t answer your phone.”

“I told you I’m fine.”

“Yeah, you did.” She doesn’t add that she didn’t believe him. That she still doesn’t believe him. He knows her entirely. He keeps forgetting that she knows him just as well.

When she closes the door behind her, she locks them into a vacuum and he can’t breathe. His lungs won’t fill with air. Danger hangs between them, disaster and destruction. “I was going to make coffee,” he says. “Do you want a cup?”

“No.” Her eyes aren’t leaving his face for a second. “Thank you.”

They move at the same time, closing the distance, meeting in the middle. The kiss starts hungry and grows more frantic as her coat drops to the floor and her fingers fight with the button of his jeans. He walks her backwards to the couch leaving clothes in their wake, and then she’s naked underneath him and he wonders how she got even more beautiful since the last time he saw her like this.

He wants to take it slow but he knows time is ticking away. Even as she draws him closer and wraps her legs around him, he can see regret in her eyes and he feels it echoing deep in his bones. This is going to break him and he’ll let it.

She closes her eyes as he pushes into her. That familiar pleased exhale she lets out once he’s all the way inside… it cuts into his heart until he has to close his eyes against the pain. She used to do this every time they came back together, every time they found a moment after life had kept them busy.

“Please,” she whispers, and he rocks into her, feels her hands on his back, her body welcoming him home.

He thought he’d never do this again. He hoped he’d get to do this again. But not like this, not in a stolen moment that will cease to exist after she leaves. It’ll leave him devastated no matter how thoroughly they’ll pretend it didn’t happen.

She doesn’t speak again and neither does he. But she lifts her head, kisses the corner of his eye, his cheek, the side of his neck, and he finds that he’s crying.

Her legs are tightening around him and he snaps his hips forward in short, hard thrusts; he knows what she likes, the sound of her moans tells him exactly what she needs. He doesn’t care whether he’s gonna come or not, as long as she does. If he can no longer make her happy in any other way, he wants to give her this at least.

She fists her hands into his hair and pulls his head up, crashes her mouth against his in a kiss that’s brutal and tender at the same time. She bites his bottom lip, invades his mouth with her tongue, takes him the way he’s taking her with every push into her perfect, tight body. The nails of her other hand are breaking the skin where they dig into his shoulder. He wants her to make him bleed. He wants it to sting after she’s gone.

He can tell that she’s getting close. She’s clenching around him, her heels digging into his ass, begging him to go deeper, and her desperate whimpers rip through every last protective layer around his heart. He’s hers.

She throws her head back and her hands take his upper arms in a death grip as she arches off the couch. She’s coming hard and he fucks her harder; if he’s gonna be feeling this forever, he wants her to remember it too.

His own orgasm hits him out of nowhere, so intense he cries out, his body shaking as he pulses inside her. And for a moment, it’s all real, too real. It can’t end; their love is a law of nature.

She’s panting underneath him and he holds himself up on trembling arms, finds her lips in another kiss. This one is slow and gentle. They’re already broken. There’s nothing left to hide.

They still don’t speak as she pushes at his chest and they sit up, his body throbbing with the ebbing waves of forbidden pleasure.

“I should go,” she says. She’s still breathing hard, her skin is flushed, and he doesn’t have the strength to feel the overwhelming unhappiness that will wash over him in a few minutes.

“Yeah,” he agrees.

They get dressed in silence. He wonders if there’s any way to fix this.

Before she leaves, her hand already on the doorknob, she looks back at him, and it’s the soul-deep sadness in her eyes that gives him hope.

“You know that I love you, right?” she asks, and he nods.

“Yes,” he says. “I know.” He does. That’s the worst part. “I love you too.”

“I know,” she says, and finds a smile for him that’s full of despair.

And then she’s gone, and he hears her footsteps on the porch, hears the closing of her car door, hears her driving away.

He’s cried all his tears for today. There are no more. They’ll come back later. He’ll cry over everything they’ve lost for as long as it takes. For as long as it takes until she’s ready to come home. He’ll be right here, waiting for her. He hopes she knows that too.

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Optional fluffy part 2 this way

[tomas-smoked-sasuage]

Out of this World

(Sun Wukong x GOW Freya! Reader)

WARNING: This shit might be cringe and stupid, violence, swearing (obviously), language barrier, reader might accidentally be out of character Freya, late post & poor writing (mb gng)

Bold and slanted words are Chinese speak (not written Chinese for those confused)

NOTE: I accidentally posted this... It was not my intention to post this, I was planning for next week but since some have already read this, I'll just add more to the story that I was planning to anyway, so if you read it already. More content! I guess... (Nov. 30, 2024)

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The veins in my brain spiked with pain, tapping and poking on my face in hoping I wake up. Opening my eyes, I see many small creatures in front of me. Sitting up, I scooted back but they statutes to run towards me. On my feet, I made my stance to attack.

“Falk-!” Before conjuring my spell, something landed in front of me. The creatures stopped running in front of me as they saw, a staff?

I walked and crouched down to the staff, examining it. I’ve never seen a staff of such a design. Before I could touch it, the staff moved before firing back, a hairy hand grasped the pole. Turning towards the individual, he see, he a bit flash in my opinion. He stood on top on branch of a tree, merely felt intimidated.

“Who are you?” He spoke, the language is not to my knowledge. He noticed my confusion and intimation. The pain from my head came back. I fell to my knees, feeling the sharpness of the twigs and sticks. I lost my consciousness as I heard a thump.

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"What do we do with her? She's clearly from the outside world." Erlang spoke, gazing upon you. Wukong walked from walking scoffing and scratching his head.

"The hell am I supposed to do? She landed on my mountain, clearly rude if you ask me." Erlang chuckled at Wukong who was clearly pissed that you landed on his mountain unattended and rudely. Or so he says.

Erlang continues to examine you, he saw your tattoos on your arms, wondering if there were like you. But you, he wonders what your tattoos mean.

"Her attire is uncivilized. She's a fighter, her markings on her arms and she's barefoot. She looks human, but her soul is not mortal." He brushed a few hair strands away from your face, getting a better look at your face and to see you have any injuries.

Wukong quickly turned towards Erlang, did he hear him correctly?

"Not mortal? What do you mean? No human can be immortal!? Are you certain?" He walked over to you. A disdain look he gave. Exactly who were you?

The moment later, guards forced their way into the room, causing you to wake up. You got up quick, grabbing at your sword but then realized they aren't there. You hold your stance as the guard aimed their spears at you.

Erlang and Wukong entered the room, and Erlang came forward slowly. His hands raised up, preaching for peace.

"Reframe from violence, we are not here to harm you " He spoke. You furrowed your eyes and tilted your head in confusion. Wukong scoffed and rolled his eyes. "See, she's stupid. Doesn't even understand what's going on."

"I don't think it's stupidity, she just doesn't stand our language. A common thing. We'll teach her our ways, if she seems troubling to the balance, kill her if you must. If she was not important in her homeworld, she wouldn't be important here."

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Years have passed by and you managed to learn their language, they saw you were already a fight but peaked your interest in teaching you to different techniques.

Wukong realized how smart you are but he still holds criticism towards you and likes to boast about his ego. Of course, you didn't pay too much mind to him.

As much as he hates to admit, he does not like seeing you with Erlang, he usually sees the both of you spar and how he looks at you. Even the praises that Erlang gives you makes him irritated.

You arrived at Mount Huaguo seemingly to drop something off for Wukong. The announcement of your arrival scurry the Monkey King off his throne. He hurried out, spotting you with the young one. You smiled and pet them as they brushed their heads against yours and your hands.

Up in a tree, Wukong was going to haul you off his mountain but seeing how gently you were with the young one, he just kept watching you. What seemed to be long enough, you asked the little ones for their king.

Wukong cleared his throat catching your attention. You set some of the infants down before bowing towards the Monkey King. "Your Majesty, I've come to-"

"Who are you?" He interrupted.

"Huh..." He left a bit speechless, but you answered.

"Not sure if it mattered but, Y/N. I fell in your mountain a few years back."

"I know who you are.." he rolled his eyes, scoffing a chuckle.

You let out a hum, you knew interacting with him wasn't going to be easy. Nor fun. "Well, alright. I have this scroll from the Celestial Court and-"

"The Court!?!" He then groaned, "Now what do they want?"

"They're expecting an answer for your return." You held out the scroll. Visibility to his sight.

Wukong looked at you with an uninviting gaze. He sighed before jumping off the tree, walking up to you. Taking the scroll from your hand and looking at you, you were slightly taller than him.

He opens the scroll reading it. You felt a land at your shoulder appearing an infant, you rubbed underneath its chin. Without notice, Wukong stole a few glances here and there of the scroll and you. Pretty amazing how the infants took a liking to you.

He cleared his throat, catching your attention again. He then tossed the scroll behind him rolling his head and turning away from.

"Tell them I still decline. I have a life here and I wish to keep it that way." You nodded before turning around, the infant jumped off your shoulder.

"But then there's you." You turned back around as he continued, "Why be so naive to work under the Court, you're an Outsider. They thought you once dumb, but your bright, smarter even, but this isn't your smartest run. You'll see eventually that Courts want nothing but a lapdog." He turns away from you.

"And what exactly do you get off of this? Why tell me?" He appears right in front of you, you stumbled back but he grabs your arm pulling you closer.

"The Court is not what they all seem. They seem wonderful and prideful, but they'll use you to their advantage. You're strong, so they'll use you at any change they'll get." He then laughed madly.

"Don't be a fool!" Jump from one tree to another, he disappeared.

Leaving you in question and wonder, you think more about the Monkey King after returning to the Court.

Here's this, as I said before, I was NOT wanting to post this until next week but somehow I posted it anyways. It was in my drafts since like Tuesday, so I don't know what happened today, but yeah, here's this. I might make a part two, if so do expect it to be good. I'm not too good or knee in writing, but I do my best. So if you are interested in this story, let me know. I'll make a part two. And yeah.

REQUEST ARE OPEN HERE!!

[alexetbishop]

THE SUN AND THE MOON

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Demigod!Reader

Summary: Kate makes a visit in your universe after weeks of not seeing eachother.

Word count: 2.5K

Pure fluff. Kate is such a dog mum. This is taking the sapphic long distance experience on a whole other level. Reader is a daughter of Apollo.

a/n: there might be a prequel of this on the workings. It's still an abstract idea but I already got something laid out.

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"Okay, I'll come and pick you up tomorrow morning at 10:00. And if I find you two doing cheeky stuff again you can say bye-bye to your personal multiversal taxi." America warned Kate as she was opening a portal right on the fire escape outside your bedroom window.

"Just to clarify, we were just making out." Kate points out. "We were half naked but only making out." She adds mumbling to herself. She took a step forward, finding herself in your universe. "Whatever. You own me so many pizza balls for this." America grumbles before closing the portal.

You were sitting at your desk, music was blasting through your headphones as you were finishing up an assignment on your computer.

Kate opened your window and jumped inside your room. She smiled as she saw you concentrated on your work. Her backpack slips out of her shoulder, hitting the hardwood floor. She sneaks behind you and takes your headphones off.

"Whatcha listening to?" She whispers in your ear. You jump on your seat and turn around.

"Oh my god!" You whisper shouted. "Kate? What are you doing here?" You stood up from your chair, a smile plastering on your shocked face. You weren't supposed to see her until next week, so this was certainly a very nice surprise.

"Hi, baby. 'Was just popping by. Wanted to see what my beautiful girl was up to." She shrugged as her hands found your waist, immediately connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. When you draw back you notice she has cuts and bruises all over her face and probably on her body too since her suit was all ripped and a bit bloody. You tilt your head. "Did you come here because you wanted to see me or because you want me to be your personal nurse again?"

"Both?" She raised her eyebrows and made her famous puppy eyes at you. You shake your head and chuckle. "Take off your suit." You step back, crossing your arms under your chest. "Eager, are we?" She teases as she peels off her archery suit, throwing it on the floor. Now she's left with a black tank top that accentuates her muscular form and some boxers that had purple hearts on them. Of course she was wearing something like that.

You roll your eyes. "Just stay still." Your hand reaches her jaw, where a fresh and deep cut was glaring at you.

You took a deep breath: a golden aura began to shine around your body. Kate felt your warmth streaming from your fingers to her jaw. In a matter of seconds the cut disappeared. "Who did you fight this time?" Your hand moved to her forehead. "Just some thugs that were trying to steal some kind of dangerous substance. It was a pretty cool fight, actually. I knocked out three guys with only one shot." She says proudly. You smile at her being all cocky of her actions. "That's amazing, love."

As your hands were moving all around her body, healing her from every single bruise and cut, she rambled on and on about her mission. You had to force her to stay still because she was moving around trying to demonstrate how she back flipped and knocked a guy out kicking him in the nuts with her left foot.

Once her skin was smooth again you removed your hands and returned to a normal non glowing human. "Thank you, princess." She smiled at you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. "You knows you're always so hot when you do that. Literally and figuratively."

You chuckled and sat down on the bed, reaching for a bottle of soda on your bedside table and drinking it to get your full strength back.

Kate crawled on the bed, laying on top of you. Her arms cradled around your hips and her chin rested on your midriff as she gazed up at you with her dazzling angel eyes.

"I missed you." She whispers and leans her head forward. She starts to leave a trail of butterfly kisses from your collarbone to your lips. You can't help but giggle at that sweet action.

"I missed you too, Katie." Now her face is right above yours. Your hands find the small of her back and caress her there, your touch is as soft as a feather while you draw heart shaped figures on her bare skin.

"Lucky misses you too." You could feel one of her calloused hands sliding up your back and reaching your neck. "He's always so excited whenever I say your name." She then lets go of you, and goes to retrieve her phone that was in her backpack. "I've got a few videos of that, actually." She crawled back next to you, opened her gallery and pressed play on a video of Lucky being all happy and stomping around as his tail was wagging like an helicopter. You chuckle at the adorable sight.

For the next few minutes Kate proceeds to show you every single video of Lucky she had. (even the ones that you had seen a million times already) "Wait! I almost forgot." She reached in her backpack, taking out a small folder. She opened it and inside there were dozens of pictures of her, Lucky, and a couple with her team too. "I printed some more pictures for you." You melted. Kate knew you couldn't have a phone (being a demigod was really shitty sometimes.), and every time she made sure to print a lot of pictures (and yes, some of them were spicy too). You, in the other hand, were more prone to writing. So while you had an album full of pictures, she had a folder with all your letters and poems.

You couldn't help but to lean forward and kiss her on the lips. "Thank you." You looked at the pictures for a few moments and then looked up. "I got something for you too." You stretched your arm to open the drawer of the bedside table and took a small notebook, handing it to her. "It's a small scrapbook I've been making for the past couple of weeks." There's all kinds of things: poems, flowers, pictures and small things that remind you of her.

The corners of Kate's mouth reached her ears. "You're amazing, princess." She took the scrap book in her hand, starting to open it and flip through the pages. You stopped her. "Nah uh." You put your hand over hers, shutting the scrapbook closed. "That's for later. When you're back home."

Kate rolls her eyes. "Fine." She carefully puts the scrapbook in her backpack. She crawls back to you, fully laying on you and burying her face in your neck. She starts giving you little kisses on the same spot. "Come with me." She says in between kisses. "Come back to my universe."

"Katie, you know I can't." You sigh. Being long distance was certainly not easy. Especially if you both live in different universes, and don't have any type of communication besides iris messages, that you discovered can work between universes, but those can last just for a couple of minutes. (One time you left the "call" go on for the whole night. You had to toss 15 drachmas to pay for it. The inflation has reached the mythical world too apparently.)

"Please." Her soft voice was humming against your skin. You wanted to. You wanted to be with her, be close to her, falling asleep in eachothers arms and waking up to Lucky jumping on the bed and licking your faces. But you had your family to take care of. You were the oldest of the family. Your mum worked all day long, leaving you to take care of your two little siblings. And also you had college. You had missed the whole first semester due to the whole "disappearing into another universe thing" and now you had to catch up.

"I promise that I will, just not now. I have so much going on right now. I can't just disappear again after being away for months." You made her look at you, cupping her cheeks. "You promise?"

"I promise." You whisper, a small smile tugging on your lips.

She leans in and kisses you. She wants time to stop. Tomorrow morning she'll have to go back and it's going to be another couple of weeks until she can see you again. So she doesn't dare to pull away from you. She wants to be in your arms forever.

Soon her tongue slides in your mouth, sinking into you. But it's not enough. Touching you isn't enough. Her hands move up and down your sides, squeezing your waist over your sweater. Or better, her sweater that you stole the last time you went to visit her. Her fingers graze your stomach and slides her cold hands under the soft fabric. Your skin perks up, a shiver running down your spine to Kate's electric and intoxicating touch.

"Katie..." You whisper when her lips detach for a millisecond. She just hums against your mouth, her hands sliding upwards. She knows you're not wearing a bra underneath.

"Darling..." You say again a bit louder but she continues. And right when her fingertips are about to reach your breasts, you stop her. She leans back from your face, her hands don't move, they're warm, now having stolen the heat of your body. She's looking at you with her mouth agape, she's slightly panting, her pupils are blown out and tendrils tickling your now rosy cheeks. "We can't do that right now."

She furrows her eyebrows and she's about to ask why when someone knocks on your bedroom door. "Y/N?" It's your mum. You totally forgot that on Sundays she only works in the morning. Shit. She tries to open the door. This is the only time you thank the gods for having a crappy and old apartment. The handle of the door is almost broken, so it's pretty hard to open it unless you know the right mechanism to not tear the knob out.

"Quick. Hide somewhere!" You tell Kate as she panics and jumps out of the bed. She looks around and then she hears a click. The handle slightly turns and the door opens. Kate crouches down and slides under your bed right before your mum walks in your room.

You quickly put all the pictures that were next to you on the bed under your pillow and smile innocently. "Hey, mum. What's up?"

"I've made tea, do you want some?" She asks.

"Uhm- no. Thank you. I'm fine." You fold your arms under your chest.

"Are you sure? You've been in here for the whole day. You need to take some breaks from those books." She points at your messy desk.

"Yeah, I know. I'm taking one right now. You know, laying in bed and- looking at the ceiling." Kate has to hold in a laugh for your lame response. "It's very relaxing. You should try it."

"Alright." She says reluctantly. She takes a step back when she notices Kate's backpack on the floor next to your bed. Fortunately her suit was on the other side so she couldn't see it. "What's that?" She points at the black backpack.

"Oh. That's uhm- Will's. He left it here yesterday." You lie. But it was pretty effective because Will actually came to visit you the previous day. He would never own a backpack like that but your mum buys the lie and nods. "Hm. Okay. Well, if you need anything I'll be in the living room. Your siblings want to see Cars again." She states and closes the door behind her.

"Okay. Cool, thanks. Have fun!" You hold your breath until you can't hear her footsteps anymore and pat the side of the bed. "Coast is clear." Kate rolls out from under the bed and lays on your bedroom floor, a smirk on her face. You sit criss cross on the edge of the bed and look down at her. "What?"

"You're right. It is relaxing watching at that nice and smooth ceiling." She mocks.

"Shut up." You dangle down one foot and lightly kick her on her hip. She fakes a hurt face and pouts. She stands up and now she's the one looking down at you. "So, I gather you haven't told her yet?" You shake your head. You did want to tell your mum about Kate. But you know she would freak out. She's... very protective, to say the least. The first time you heard of camp half-blood or the term 'demigod' was when you were 15. You didn't even suspect anything since monsters wouldn't attack as you weren't as powerful as some other demigods. So she took that as an opportunity to keep you safe next to her. But the time comes for everyone and one day, after a big fight with her, you sneaked out, walking all the way to camp. And it wasn't a nice little promenade at all with monsters attacking you left and right every single step.

You only reconciled after the whole thing about your dad getting transformed into a teenage boy. Now you were on pretty good terms again, but her protectiveness hasn't ceased that much.

"I want to. I really do but... She'll definitely ban me from going to see you." You look down. "If she even finds out that in those months I've been in another universe and not at camp she'll probably get into a coma." You scoffed.

"Yeah, but you're an adult now. You are way capable to make your own decisions." Kate sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"I know. But the past months we became so close, more close than we've ever been and I don't want to ruin that again." Your eyes are fixed on your lap. You stop the urge to take your fingers to your mouth and bite your nails. Kate sees you getting anxious and she places her hand that wasn't around you over your hands. She speaks with a calm and smooth voice. "Hey, get those bad thoughts out of your head. In the first place, you didn't ruin anything. And secondly, I'm okay with you taking your time. I won't push you to do anything you don't want to." She kisses your temple and then presses your forehead against it.

You lean into her touch and exhale deeply. Then you turn your head, your eyes fix on her collarbone, the sun necklace you gave her is shining on her toned skin. You had a matching one, but with a little moon charm instead of the sun ("That way, it's like we will never be apart." Kate said when she gave it to you.). Then your gaze travels along Kate's features until you meet two oceans rumbling in front of you. "I really love you."

She smiles. "I love you too, baby." She pauses and her sweet smile turns into a cheeky grin. "So no head?"

You chuckle and shake your head. "Can't risk having my whole family hearing your pretty sounds." You peck her nose, making her scrunch it in an absolutely adorable way. "Those are only for me I'm afraid. I can propose some cuddling with a little make out session if you'd like." You suggest.

"Okay. That's fair." She nods in agreement. "Let's get started then, we have so little time and I have to tell you so many things." She climbs on top of you and gently pushes you down the bed. You giggle and your lips press together.

You stayed up all night. Talking about random stuff, taking breaks to make out, and chat again trying to maintain your voices and giggles as quiet as possible.

And it's in these moments where you understand that whatever happens, you won't ever let go of eachother. Because despite the distance you need eachother. The sun and the moon will always need eachother.

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NeXT on A Day in a Life—Dating Nanami Kento: A Love Story in Financial Planning Pt. 8| Nanami x Reader

THE WEDDING WAR ROOM

It's been two months since you and Nanami moved into the new house.

You invited your girls over for a casual housewarming hangout to check out your new house—or so you told Nanami.

But.

In reality?

It's a wedding war room.

The living room looks innocent enough—candles flickering, a charcuterie board on the table, wine glasses in hand. But at the center of the coffee table?

A full spread of bridal magazines, Pinterest boards, and wedding venue brochures.

Nanami has no idea what he's walking into.

The house was supposed to be peaceful today.

That was Nanami's one expectation.

But as he steps to the front door, loosening his tie, there's an unmistakable vibe in the air.

A bad vibe.

The kind of vibe that says:

"You have no control over your life anymore."

And then he hears it.

💬 The Wedding Discussion That Should Not Exist

"Okay, but listen, a Bora Bora wedding would be gorgeous," Mei Mei muses, sipping a glass of Nanami's expensive wine like she owns the house.

"I'm just saying, if this man can afford a whole mortgage, he can afford an overseas ceremony," Nobara adds, lounging on the couch like she paid for it.

"Exactly," Mei Mei agrees, tipping her glass. "Bora Bora. Exclusive. Luxury. Minimal guests, maximum budget."

Maki sighs, arms crossed. "You're all unserious. Just rent out a high-end venue here and be done with it. No one wants to fly 14 hours to see Nanami in another beige suit."

Shoko, half-drunk with a half-empty glass of wine, lifts a lazy hand. "Second that: I think it's hilarious that this man doesn't even know y'all are planning his wedding without him."

You, sitting in the middle of the chaos, sipping tea like this isn't absolutely insane, just shrugs.

"I mean... Nanami did just moved to a higher performing firm as their new CFO three months ago and with the move to the new house...I just want us to celebrate us, you know? And not stress him out."

Shoko swirls her wine, unimpressed. "You're such a sugar baby, Y/N."

"I am NOT a sugar baby." You clutch your imaginary pearls in offense.

You—luxury robe, imported tea, nails and hair freshly done, skin glowing, sitting in a house you didn't pay for, with a man funding your entire existence—blink.

Nobara leans forward, squinting. "Girl. You're a sugar baby."

Maki says flatly: "You don't have a job, Y/N."

A beat of silence.

You blink.

Nobara, squinting: "Girl. What do you do all day?"

You scramble. "I—I contribute!"

Maki deadpans. "To what? The economy?"

Shoko exhales. "This is getting sad."

"I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS LIFE."

Mei Mei smirks, tipping her glass. "And the crazy part? She's not even some beginner-level sugar baby running around in Shein. No, no. Y/N has ascended. She's in her Final Form. The Housewife Era."

Shoko nods approvingly. "Honestly? I respect it. If I could scam a man into loving me this hard, I'd do it too."

"IT'S NOT A SCAM, IT'S LOVE."

Mei Mei swirls her wine, unbothered. "Love with direct deposits and an 850 credit score, babe."

Nobara starts counting on her fingers. "House? Paid for. Bills? Paid. Our last girls' trip? Fully funded. Your closet? Probably filled with designer brands you can't even pronounce." She pauses, then smirks. "Actually—I'll prove it. Go get your purse."

You frown but grab your bag anyway.

With zero hesitation, Nobara snatches it from you.

"Exhibit A—" she holds up the bag. "Chanel. And not just basic ass Chanel—this is high-tier, 'my man funds my existence' Chanel. Right, Mei Mei?"

Mei Mei barely glances up. "Mhm. Chanel Pink Iridescent Quilted Caviar Jumbo Classic Double Flap, Light Gold Hardware, 2019 release... $8,900, give or take."

"Hey, that was for... uh..."

Before you can even finish, Nobara dives inside—"Exhibit B—"And pulls out the sleek, black Amex card Nanami gave you.

Silence.

Then, you double down.

"That's... that's just my emergency card—" you stammer.

Maki crosses her arms, deadpan. "Emergency for what? Running out of Dior?"

"It's not what it looks like! I'm still cheap!" you insist, reaching for the card.

Shoko tilts her glass, smirking. "Oh? So if I open your banking app right now, it won't show a fully comped five-star spa day?"

Your soul leaves your body. "I... I coupon sometimes! I HAVE THE TARGET CIRCLE APP! I can explain."

Nobara squinted. "Oh, what'd you save, five bucks on candles? While you shop at Restoration Hardware and Erewhon for the rest of your life. I saw a Jar of Sea Moss in your influencer-life stocked fridge."

"NANAMI TOOK ME...TIK TOK MADE ME DO IT...I SAID I CAN EXPLAIN...,"

Mei Mei grins, sipping her wine. "No, you can't."

"He just loves spoiling me, okay?"

Maki, unimpressed. "And you didn't even have to pop out a single kid for it. That's efficiency."

She side-eyes you, tilting her head.

"But let me get this straight."

"You went from making lattes to corporate executives baby doll overnight...AND YOU DIDN'T NEGOTIATE A SALARY?!

Nobara gasps, slamming her drink down. "WAIT. IS THIS VOLUNTEER WORK?!"

Shoko, deadpan, takes a sip. "Charity case, actually."

Maki, shaking her head, disappointed: "A non-profit wife. Couldn't be me. But Honestly? I should be taking notes. What coffee shop were you working at when you met him?"

Nobara snaps her fingers. "He could be paying you a salary for just existing, girl. What are you even doing?"

Flustered, you scramble. "Im not a corporate executives baby doll...I clean, and cook... and—"

Maki, flat: "So do maids, Y/N. And they get paid."

"But I take care of him. I handle that and all the little details! His dry cleaning, his lunch—"

Nobara sips her drink, unfazed. "Baby girl. It's three things: coochie, comedy, and cuteness. That's it. You're getting a whole CFO salary off that."

You stare into the void, gripping your tea, voice soft, haunted. "...Shit."

You inhale sharply. Eyes wide.

"WAIT."

"Does this mean... I've NEVER actually had to budget in my life??"

Your hand shakes. Your tea spills slightly.

"Have I...Have I been a PRINCESS this whole time??"

A hush falls over the group.

Maki blinks. "Jesus Christ."

Mei Mei smirks. "Go on, babe. Keep connecting the dots."

You grip the coffee table for support.

"Oh my god. I was never meant to struggle."

More gasping.

"I was put on this earth... to be pampered. To be spoiled. To THRIVE."

You clutch your chest, taking a dramatic inhale, and your eyes sparkled.

"Have I... been a kept woman this whole time??"

Mei Mei actually chokes on her wine. Shoko wheezes.

Mei Mei clinks her glass with Shoko, grinning. "Ah, she finally gets it."

Maki shakes her head, unimpressed. "This is the worst character development arc I've ever witnessed."

And just as Nobara opens her mouth to continue the previous topic and justify financially devastating your husband-to-be—

The front door clicks open .

😨 The Collective Realization

Silence.

The worst kind of silence.

The kind where every single woman in the room realizes at the exact same time—

💀 Nanami is home.

💀 Nanami has walked into the trap.

💀 Nanami, already exhausted from work, is about to experience the worst conversation of his life.

For exactly three seconds, no one moves.

Then—

"HE'S HERE, EVERYBODY ACT NATURAL," Nobara whispers.

Mei Mei exhales. "Too late."

Shoko snorts into her glass and cackles.

Maki shakes her head. "Own your crimes."

Then, in perfect unison, every woman in the room turns toward the door, smiles, and sings—

"Hi, Mr. Nanami."

You grin brightly. "Hi, honey!"

And then—

Nanami stares at all of you, his face unreadable.

"What. Is. Happening."

Nanami Walks In Like a Condemned Man

His honey-whiskey gaze slowly sweeps across the room, assessing the scene of the crime.

Five women. Wine glasses. An iPad open to a Pinterest wedding board. A mini whiteboard with "Operation Nanami's Wedding Fund" written in calligraphy.

Nobara with a calculator, talking about "Ring ROI" and "Guest List ROI."

A printed-out Pinterest board labeled "Mr. & Mrs. Nanami - EST. (TBD). Fabric samples spread and a catering menu from Ruth's Chris Steak House across the coffee table.

His jaw ticks.

Nanami exhales. Oh, for fuck's sake.

"Nice house, Nanami. Marble floors, high ceilings, big pool...." Mei Mei adds coolly.

Nobara throws an arm around you. "Ooohh yea... What a happy couple. In their cute little mini mansion... which just so happened to have TWO MASSIVE WALK-IN CLOSETS. I'm jealous of how in love and monogamous you must be to decide to make this purchase for Y/N."

"Completely," Mei Mei says smugly, lifting a glass. "They are the definition of 'marital bliss.' In fact, I'd assume the purchase of this house was also an attempt by you to conceal the true meaning that you've gotten an expensive engagement ring for our dear sweet friend?"

"Should I even ask?" Nanami sighs.

You set your tea down slowly, eyes wide, innocent. Too innocent.

"Well, honey, we were just having a casual discussion—"

"Your wedding," Nobara cuts in bluntly.

😩 Nanami's Soul Leaves His Body

His jaw tightens. His shoulders tense.

His entire existence flashes before his eyes.

"My what," he says slowly, as if he misheard.

Mei Mei hums, swirling her wine glass. "You know. The one you're already financially obligated to."

Nanami blinks. "...Obligated?"

"Mm-hmm," Mei Mei nods. "Would be a shame if a certain someone wasted their youthful beauty waiting for a proper proposal, don't you think?"

Nobara leans forward. "And considering the whole 'wife' slip-up, the mortgage situation, and the fact that she's already running your household..." She shrugs. "Might as well just do it."

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose.

Shoko, lifting her glass lazily, "It's inevitable. Might as well let us plan it so you don't have to think about it."

Nanami's eyes snap open.

"I don't have to think about it?" His voice dropped so dangerously even though you know he's seconds from snapping.

Mei Mei just smiles.

"Exactly. Just sign the checks and show up, darling."

"Sign the checks...?" he echoes faintly.

Your girls nod.

"Yes," they agree in perfect unison.

He stares, processing.

😂 Nanami's Immediate Regret

His entire future flashes before his eyes—a wedding he did not plan, a Bora Bora bill he did not approve, a lifetime of being outnumbered by you and your friends.

Nanami glances at you.

The only person in this room whose opinion actually matters to him.

And the worst part is—

You're not even disagreeing.

You're just smiling at him sipping your tea. Innocently.

Like you knew this was going to happen.

Like you let it happen.

"Ah. Betrayal." You act like you're not part of the chaos, but you're actually their ringleader.

He exhales sharply through his nose.

‘YEAH, WELP, YOU'RE GETTING DUMPED IN THE WOODS.’ You thought.

Mei Mei is cackling. Nobara is mildly entertained. Shoko is drunk. Maki looks not impressed.

And you? You are going to be an accessory to Nanami's manslaughter charges if this goes any further.

Time to play the 'stop torturing my fiancé' card, besties.

"Okay, ladies," you cut in casually, "maybe that's enough. Let's get you more wine—we wouldn't wanna overexcite the big guy here," you laugh, rising up off the couch.

Then—without a word—turns on his heel and walks directly into the kitchen.

From the kitchen, Nanami can still hear:

"SIR, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Nobara cackles.

Maki sighs. "He's going through the five stages of grief."

Shoko toasts. "To Nanami. May his suffering be brief."

Mei Mei smirks. "Oh, no. It won't be."

You slide off the couch, padding toward the kitchen as your girls continue debating floral arrangements. Leaning against the counter, you watch Nanami pour himself a generous drink. He downs it in one go before finally turning to face you. "You okay, honey,"

He levels you with a long, exhausted stare.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

You bat your lashes. "Baby, I had no idea they were gonna ambush you like that."

A long, quiet pause. Liar. A Beautiful, infuriatingly sweet liar.

"...You're a menace."

You grin. "Mmm, but I'm your menace."

Nanami exhales deeply, setting his glass down. "Unfortunately." He should've stayed at the office. Overtime sounds peaceful right now. But no he has a life sentence with no parole.

You step into his space, smiling up at him like you're the perfect, doting fiancée and rest a hand on his chest. "I'll make it up to you. You know I hate seeing my hubby stressed."

His brow lifts slightly. "How?" Oh, here we go. The part where I lose.

You motion him to lean down, to which he complied and you whisper something in his ear.

Nanami freezes.

Slowly—he straightens back up, looking down at you. His gaze is intense, boring directly into your soul.

"...Don't start. Not right now." His baritone has shifted—low and a bit rough, controlled and steady, even though you know how affected he actually is.

You reach down, gently rubbing him over his pants. "It's something new and different. I think you'll love it, sir."

Nanami mutters something under his breath.

You tilt your head, blinking up at him, your voice all soft and syrupy. "What's wrong, honey?" you purr, pressing your palm firmer against him, feeling the way his cock twitches beneath his slacks.

"Y/N," he warns. His voice is low, strained, but you can hear it—the hesitation, the unraveling.

You lean in, pressing soft, lazy kisses along his jaw. "Yes, sir?"

He exhales sharply, his fingers digging into your waist, grip tightening like he's grounding himself.

You smirk. "So... what if have a local wedding can I have an overseas honeymoon?"

"Bora Bora," you murmur, nipping at his earlobe.

"Not happening."

"Paris?"

He groans, tipping his head back against the counter. "Y/N—"

You press your lips to his throat, voice smooth as silk. "Let me convince you, sir." You hum, tracing slow circles on his chest. "Hmm. It could somewhere exclusive, luxurious, and—"

"You mean expensive."

Your grin widens. "Doesn't have to be..."

Nanami exhales sharply, staring at the ceiling. He knows he's already lost. Hell, he lost the moment he walked through the front door.

He grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away from his growing erection before you ruin him completely. His breath is harsh, labored.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" he rasps.

You tilt your head, blinking sweetly. "Just helping my hardworking fiancé relax."

"Y/N." His tone is slow, firm—a warning. "This is really not the time."

But you just bat your lashes, fingers grazing his belt buckle like you're innocent.

His hands slide down, gripping your hips, pulling you closer. His body relaxes, tension slipping away, melting into your warmth, the steady pulse of his own life and beating.

Then—he moves.

With one deliberate step forward, he guides you back—until your spine meets the cold steel of the refrigerator.

Trapped.

The air shifts, thick with something unspoken as his body presses against yours, solid and immovable. The cool metal at your back is a stark contrast to the heat radiating from him.

Then—he tilts his head down, whiskey eyes locking onto yours.

"Behave." His whisper is a growl, dark and dangerously low.

A slow grin curls at your lips before you press a quick, teasing kiss to his.

Then he exhales. A deep, heavy sigh. "...I'll think about it."

Victory.

From the living room, Nobara shouts, "WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. START BOOKING THE SUITE Y/N."

Mei Mei clinks her glass. "To the future Mrs. Nanami."

Shoko chuckles. "Rest in peace, my guy."

Nanami shuts his eyes.

His life is no longer his own.

And yet...

He wouldn't have it any other way, because he knows life without you would be dull, colorless.

—

Next on Dating Nanami Kento: The Revenge Proposal

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[altis-of-olympia]

Addressing Lottie.

Nobody made her address anything. It was not against her will. And the only reason I am responding is because of the slanderous accusations she has made against me and my practice.

If you have not seen Lottie's response, you can read it with this link.

For everything she says on the Acropolises and the screenshots she has from Wings' server, I already addressed that and see no point in harping on that further.

I will preface by saying that this will be a very long post. So please, strap in.

On what she says about me...

I would like to start with things that were left out of Lottie's post. Lottie and I stopped being friends because of the way she decided to bring readings to us, a few people who were friends and shared a group chat with one another. I've censored names of people in these screenshots. But notice the way she comes forward and says that "someone's in trouble."

Notice in these screenshots the ways in which she brings up the fact that someone is in trouble with their patron. She brings it up like it is high school gossip in a group chat full of people who are 6+ years younger than her, might I add. Of course we're going to be anxious. Of course we're going to be concerned. Especially when you look at the fact that she disappears a 9:20 and doesn't come back for another twenty minutes. When I say she uses her Priestesshood as a way to hold things over other peoples' heads, this is what I mean. She comes in when she has an inkling that someone is in trouble. Then she dictates how another Priestx should communicate with their Patron. "Everythings ok, did a quick reading. "Do an In depth one." As if her readings are gospel and infallible.

Now, to move on to the conversation she and I had in dms. I didn't post screenshots to respect her privacy but now that they're out there, let's talk about them. I'll go screenshot by screenshot.

First -

"You are not in trouble." A direct contradiction from what was previously said, but alright. I'm not one to argue semantics.

Second - The reading itself.

I would like it to be known that every instance before this where I have spoken "with authority" has been with Lottie's permission. In fact, I'll attach some examples here.

In this screenshot, I am anxious about sharing things that King Zeus has said about people consistently relying on others for readings and communicating with the Gods. Lottie encourages me, and even tells me to consider it part of training. Notice how she encourages me to act as an authority on these things.

In these screenshots, notice how she encourages me to act out of anger.

But yet... I'm the one who acts out of ego? I'm the one with the authority issues? Sure. I never acted without permission. I never acted without express permission from her as a server owner.

And these are also actions that I have apologized for here. My actions are my own. But I will not let you sit there and call me egotistical when every time I acted, I acted with your express permission. You tell staff to go offline. You tell staff to disregard what goes on in your server because you are angry at someone but don't want to express your anger yourself. You constantly used me as a scapegoat to do and say things so that you could escape the backlash. But when it came time to own up to these things, I had to ask you to tell your admin team that I was given permission. Because the only time you were willing to own up to it was when it was blowing up in your face.

To the next snippet of our convo.

Third - The reason for the reading and my response.

I want to address a few things here.

First, the fact that here, you emphasize that Priesthood can be chosen. But whenever there was anyone who displayed Priesthood in a way you didn't like, you were quick to do readings on them to denounce and discredit their priesthood and training. You took joy in this, as evidenced by:

Not to mention treating yourself like an authority on deciding who can and cannot be a Priestx:

I no longer have access to this form that she made. But essentially, those who filled out the form would have to wait to get a confirmation reading from either Lotte or the head Admin. This is her positioning herself as an authority. And then she dared to criticize my Priestxhood Confirmation Spread in your post (see screenshot).

The second thing I want to bring up is the way we were actually talking about Priestxhood. Wings and I were talking about the hardships that come with training. We were talking about how stressful and strenuous it was, and why someone who is just starting out their practice should not seek the title. Not only do they have minimal Kharis with the Gods, but they may not even find a home in Helpol and want to pursue other avenues. Unfortunately, due to Acropolises being deleted, I no longer have any screenshots from that convo. But the individual we were talking to got further guidance from Wings and felt better about the whole thing afterward. I took a step back from it because it was regarding Lady Aphrodite, and She is Wings' patron. Not mine.

As for my response to her... well, I still stand by everything I said there. And to reiterate it would be wasting your time. I did a reading with King Zeus to ask why He was angry with me and He instead told me to stand my ground and chin up. He wasn't angry with me. And I would think that my Patron would come to me directly if He was truly so annoyed with my behavior that He pulled her to the crossroads to talk to Lottie. But He wasn't. I asked Him. Several times.

Fourth - Her personal issues with what occured.

My job under King Zeus Horkios, as He has outlined to me time and time again, is to help guide people who seek the Oathsworn path and protect the sanctity of these oaths. My demeanor shifted under King Zeus because I no longer let people walk all over me. I no longer let people dictate things about me. I no longer let you walk over me. I learned to stand my ground and speak my mind and people saw this as ego. I have never once blinded myself to criticism. I take accountability where I need to and ask people to hold me accountable. I have always asked people to hold me accountable. I have never shied away from critique or criticism. I have gotten angry at people calling me egotistical for simply doing my job, something that Lottie has encouraged me to do several times previously.

There is no guarantee that those who seek the path will be chosen for it. You have consistently echoed this in Acropolises. You have said countless times that the path is not for everyone. And you even made a way to verify the path. If it was something that people could simply choose, why do you need to verify them for it? Is that not contradictory?

Five - Me "insulting her Priestesshood."

Saying "I'm concerned because it sounds like your reading with King Zeus was heavily influenced by your own personal feelings on the situation" is not insulting someone's Priesthood. It is not insulting how you serve the Gods. It is criticism. And for someone who claims that I can't take criticism, I would encourage you to look in the mirror.

Personal feelings can get in the way of readings all the time. It is basic psychology. Implicit Biases play a role in everything we do - whether it is for or against someone. Notice how never in this conversation does she reference the word of King Zeus again. Never does she go back to what He said or His feelings. She only focuses on her own feelings and how the conversation came off to her (worth mentioning that no one else read the conversation this way. No one involved took it this way. Just her.) She has done several readings based on her own emotions.

Readings on the status of someone's Priestxhood. Readings asking about people and their situations without their consent.

Lottie lets her emotions drive her every move. And to not acknowledge that is concerning, especially as a messenger.

There is more beyond this, but this is the initial conversation that led me to leave Acropolises and cut ties with her. I did not appreciate how I was talked to towards the end of the conversation at all. She calls my personal experience misinformation when it was not just me who was making statements. I am just the loudest voice when it comes to these sorts of things. I do not want people going down paths and making oaths that they cannot take back. Since when was that such a horrible thing?

From this point forward, I will be addressing the things she said about me in her post.

I would like to start by saying that I have not publically had Lottie's name in my mouth since a little after that first initial vent session we had in the serious chat of Wings' server. So I don't quite know where she's getting the fact that I am still talking poorly about her and making comments about her. Because I am certainly not doing it publically, one, and two, if I am, it has been in confidence with friends who have also had similar poor experiences that we are coming to terms with.

On top of this, she says that her friends are sending her screenshots of these things. To this, I have a few things to say.

Why are you so obsessed with the fact that people talk about you? Why are you obsessed with the fact that people vent about their poor experiences with you behind closed doors and in safe spaces? Because you cannot respond?

Another bigger question: Why do you have friends sending you screenshots of things that are being said by people far younger than you? You constantly get into drama with people who are 6+ years younger than you. Do you not think that is concerning? Do you not think that this is an issue? Why do the opinions of people who are 17-20 concern you so greatly? If you are truly the bigger person, you would shut down the idea of these screenshots coming your way and tell your friends that you do not care what a bunch of undeveloped teens and adults have to say about you.

But you care far too much to do that.

I posted about you because someone sent in an ask about you and Acroplises. I have nothing to hide. I strive to create an entirely transparent environment with my followers and the community I wish to serve. I want people to come to me and trust me. People viewed us as being close friends. And I reblogged Wayfind-er's response to asks, so they came to me. I did not do it specifically to target you or kick up drama. Not everything is a personal slight against you. Not everything is going to kick up into drama. I spoke my mind and stood firm on my opinions, and here you go again, calling me egotistical and inexperienced.

And then you had the audacity to call into question my graduation. How dare I ask those who have done consecration ceremonies for tips on how one is done! How dare I seek guidance to ensure that I am taking the proper steps to devote myself to the King who has consistently praised and guided my hand! O, what horror!

Get over yourself. When someone does it to you, you get defensive and take it personally. But when you do it to others, again, it's fine. I have been actively researching Hellenic Polytheism for 10 years at this point. I'm turning 21, so yes, I've been doing this research since I was 10. We had an assignment on the Greek Gods in my English class and through that, I discovered Hellenic Polytheism. I have done endless research on the Gods since then. My memory of things is spotty due to my Dissociative Disorder, but I have learned a lot in this time.

I did not start active worship until I was 14, and this started with Lord Apollon. I worshipped Him, and in my worship, I found titles like Oracle and Priest. I did not know that these thing were possible, but I did research on them anyway. You were not my initial introduction to such titles. You were my re-introduction and proof that it is truly possible to seek these paths. Since I was 16, I've wanted to be an Oracle for Lord Apollon and I worked my ass off to get there. I got better at divination, I honed in on my clairsentience training, I practiced endlessly, built immeasurable amounts of Kharis with several of the Gods. King Zeus tried interjecting Himself into my path several times. I didn't let Him. I acknowledged Him, I thanked Him, but I was fearful of working with Him. I have since gotten over that fear. King Zeus told me that a huge part of my training has been building Kharis with the Gods, something I have done in all my years of training. Especially when I got the chance to study abroad last spring.

You then go on this long rant about how you had the privilege to travel to Greece several times, commit yourself to Lord Hermes, and so on. Is this supposed to be a flex? Am I supposed to feel inferior because you have money and I don't? Not to mention you bringing up that you bought me two Oracle decks that I use with King Zeus. Do you mean the Christmas Gifts you purchased for me for "being such an amazing friend"? How odd that you feel you can hold these things over peoples' heads when you're allegedly doing it out of the kindness of your heart.

I organized a Diasia festival for your server within four days after being modded, a position I fought tooth and nail for because you encouraged me to. I wanted to see a change in Acropolises because I genuinely believed there was potential for that server. I have written countless hymns for King Zeus, written several prayers, learned household worship of Him, learned extensively of His domains, and I plan on continuing my celebration of His holidays and ceremonies. I'm sorry that I struggle to memorize hymns because I have memory issues. May the Gods forgive me for that. But you do not get to criticize my Priesthood and training when you said yourself that you were sure I'd make a fine priest.

You do not get to criticize me and my path when you cannot take the heat yourself. Do not throw stones at glass houses.

You speak on my server that you know nothing about. You are not in it. You have friends who have been sending you screenshots of my server, I take it? The server that has resource channels per pantheon that get added to every now and again? With resources that are submitted to and vetted by staff before they get posted? The server that I made to learn about oaths across different Pantheons, where the only one who seems to take issue with it is the one person who is not in it? I do not want a large server. Those who need it will seek it out. I do not need to have a large community under me to feel validated in my practice. I have this platform, which is more fulfilling than any Discord server could be. And that is my preference. I am thankful to the Temple of the Dove for being a space in which I can assist people on their paths and for the Grove of Olympia for being an educational space. The Acropolises is not the only space where people could share information. You did not coin the idea of making Helpol servers. You do know that, correct?

You do not get to speak on my background when you know nothing about it. You are far more privileged than I. You vented in Acropolises about spending 600 dollars on clothes when people around you were venting about being unable to afford groceries and housing. I cannot afford my medication. But you can afford several trips to and from Greece. This is not the power play that you think it is.

Your "bingo card" did not come off as a joke to me. I am autistic. You know this. I took it as something genuine. You do not get to play it off as a joke when it sparked real fear for me in the moment. You do not get to play off the fear you have caused people as jokes and things taken the wrong way when you accuse others of fearmongering. Again, I truly suggest you invest in a good mirror.

For your final section.

How do you know that several Gods are coming to me and giving me tasks? I never told you that. What grounds do you have to assume that I can't source why we train under specific epithets? I never told you that. I encourage you to remove whatever spies you have from our servers. It is not a good look for you. And if they choose to stay and send you screenshots, that's fine. That is a reflection of you, not us.

I looked up to you as a mentor, and this is something that I have told you in confidence. You didn't take an issue with this then. Why take an issue with it now, when I say no one should be looking up to you? Because you think it makes you look better? More mature? If you cannot look inward at yourself and truly understand why someone who looked up to you would advise others against it, you are only further proving my point.

I would like for this to end here. But I know you, and I know your ego. Whether you choose to go in hiding, change your name, and try to move on, or whether you choose to respond to me, I will not let you walk all over me anymore. I have done it for far too long. You chose to slander me, and I chose to respond. Because unlike you, I do not have to rely on attacks on one's character to feel vindicated. I rely on facts with evidence behind them. I encourage you to do the same.

To those who have supported me in my endeavors, I appreciate you greatly. To those who have learned something from my platform, I am very glad that you have. I do not plan on wavering or going anywhere. I am here to serve the community. And part of this is calling out those who choose to spread lies and misinformation in hopes of crawling out of the hole they have dug for themselves. I apologize for ever going to bat for Lottie. She did not deserve my grace. I do not serve her. I serve the community that has blessed me with a platform.

I will continue to put my best foot forward and learn from the things I have truly done wrong and hope that others see the error of their ways. Thank you.

Xaire, Altis.

[spiderfunkz]

✧.* FLOUR N COOKIES.

— summary : when baking cookies with natasha turns into a flour fight.

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : fluff, fem!reader, established relationship, nat & reader live together, flour fights, pet names, nat being a tease.

a/n : it's october so the autumn-y fics r here !! also i am a firm believer that nat struggles to do basic cooking.

baking was something you've always loved to do, since ever. you loved the process of buying the ingredients, picking the flavours, toppings, decorations, everything.

you especially loved baking for other people. it's your way of showing that you love and care for them, a love language sort of.

and it's always been a tradition for you to bake fall cookies for your friends. today, you were baking them for clint.

it was the perfect time to bake. the weather was perfect, it was foggy but not too foggy since you could still see the reflection of sunlight. the music was playing in the background, and nothing could possibly ruin this you thought.

tying your apron, natasha walks in to help.

"you look good in that apron." she smirks.

you ignore the comment as you grab the eggs from the fridge. "stay focused, we need to finish these cookies."

"well, i'm more or so thinking that you should wear that apron more often." she teases. "these cookies are for clint. realistically, you should be taking the lead." you reply.

"i've never baked before."

"ever? in your entire life? not even once?"

"i'm pretty sure that's what the word never means." — "do you at least know how to crack open an egg?"

you were met with silence. is she serious?

"just crack these eggs to that bowl, please." you point. "like this?" she asks.

you stare at her in disbelief. she seems confused, possibly wondering what she did wrong.

"you know, maybe, without, the eggshells."

she looks down at the bowl, "i think we should leave it. crunchy cookies, you know? it adds more protein, so it's healthy." she awkwardly smiles.

"whatever, i'll just pick the eggshells out." you carefully grab the slippery shells.

"soooo.. what's next?" she wipes the egg residue on her pants. "i'll whisk the wet ingredients, you can help me by grabbing the flour and baking soda."

natasha nods, as she grabs the ingredients you asked for from the cabinets above. "you know i've always wanted to do this with someone." she says, toying with the bag of flour.

"yeah well, this feels more like a me effort instead of a team effort." you state. "there's no me in team." natasha replies.

"yes there is. there's an 'e' and an 'm'." you stated.

"you're so smart, detka. keep blabbering. see what happens."

was that a threat? you look up from the bowl to see her grab a handful of flour. "put that down. don't get closer." you commanded.

"or what?" — "or the cookies won't get done, and clint will have over-floured cookies."

natasha shuffles forward.

"nat. i swear. i just cleaned the floor this morning."

"i'm not even moving."

"i can see you shuffling towards me."

"i'm standing very still. actually, here, catch!" she throws the flour to you. your clean apron was now covered in flour.

"oh you are so gonna regret that, natasha."

you swiftly grab a handful of flour from the bag, throwing it right on her black top.

natasha gasps, before throwing another handful to your direction.

this went on for a good minute before natasha finally stopped it by grabbing the bag from you.

"okay, okay! time out. i've got to take a picture of you, you look like a ghost!"

"really? because you should really look in the mirror, natasha. i can barely make out the red in your hair right now."

she glances at the reflection of the fridge. "that's. rude."

"who looks like a ghost now?"

"you still do. if i poured the mixture on you with chocolate chips and put you in the oven, would you become a cookie?" she jokes.

"don't you dare mess with the mixture."

"don't worry, love. i'd still love you if you were a cookie." natasha smiles.

[lj-lephemstar]

Progress Checkup! (Nov. 2024) | Scratchin' Melodii Devlog

​​Hey again guys! Sorry if it's been a bit since the last devlog. With how much I've been up to, it sure feels like it!

Let's get right into it. For starters, the 3rd rival battle of Act 2 is complete! I'll likely be showing a gameplay preview of it sometime soon. This is the first song to use the new framework that I'll be using for all the other stages going forward, which also means I've had to spend the past couple weeks getting the previous songs working with this new system too... Did you know that in the demo builds, if I wanted to change something about the gameplay, I'd have to manually go back and change it for EACH individual song one by one? Well now, imagine all the songs had like a peace treaty to just share one good, clean, and organized system that I can easily tweak and add to as I please. So development is gonna be smoother than ever from here! This is how most games are SUPPOSED to work, but I was a liiittle too stupid to figure out how to do this until recently!

While I was moving Cream Cheese Icing over to this new system, I took the opportunity to make the chart a bit more beginner-friendly! For example, the first line went from this...

To just this!

As you can see, it has less notes, therefore it is less scary for new players. Believe it or not, I actually never intended for Cream Cheese Icing to be so difficult for new players in the first place! Naturally, being too good at my own game can make gauging the difficulty curve a bit tricky at times, but I think I'm figuring it out!​

You may have also noticed that the characters have new UI icons too! I felt like the old ones were too flat and boring, so I did a new take on them, aiming for more dynamic shapes and angles, not to mention how my art style's just kinda grown a bit in general since I last drew the icons. I also ended up leaving out the circles behind them. I was a little worried I was gonna run out of unique colors for all of them at some point, plus SOME of these guys can have really big hair and/or hats that pretty much just cover up the whole circle anyway. (hi rensa)

Speaking of artwork, here's a little look at some of the updated animation I've done for Stir & Mix! (Try to imagine it in not highly-compressed-gif-form. I promise it looks better in-game!)

When working on Stir & Mix related stuff, I can't help but feel a bit of a sense of dread knowing how people may react to it... Honestly, sometimes I kinda wish it never got as popular as it did in 2022. But hey, doing my own thing regardless of what's expected of me is the most Scratchin' Melodii thing I could do!

Speaking of which, Mia learned a ton of new stuff while doing the VOCALOID tuning for the last rival battle we worked on, so we might revisit Stir & Mix's vocals again at some point before release to give it even more style! (By the way, Mia and 2cada are the same person! Sorry if I refer to both names interchangeably! She's been the one doing all the VOCALOID tuning and vocal mixing for the game since 2023.)

Well, I think that's all for now! Here's another friendly reminder that there will NOT be anymore demos of the game. Any new content will be saved for the full game's release. I know I've said it before, but I probably won't stop saying it until people stop getting confused about it LOL. Thanks for reading!! I appreciate you. - LJ

[lilacella]

hello sloth WE NEED MORE CHAOS AMNESIA AU PLEASE where is part 7c or 8??? 👀

Hello Comrade we are already on Part 9 now (if I haven't miscounted AGAIN 💀)! I finally found the time to write some more for the yearning children and animals! This part is a lot more dialogue heavy so the plot isn't moving all that far but I felt like writing a scene for once hahahaha

Enjoy!

Notif service tags:

@caslyra @nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms @starstruck4moony @goldenlionprince @lovelymasks @marigold-hills @annaliza999 @a-sunset-outside-my-window @lovelymasks

(If I forgot anyone or you wish to join in on the tag service you can just leave me a comment on this post and I'll add you next time!😊)

Chaos Amnesia AU: Part 9

(Part 1) (Part 8)

"Do you know my parents?"

No. No of course we don't. You're parents are dead. Have been for well over a decade. And it was your fau- No. No it wasn't. Nothing was ever really Sirius' fault, right? He sure had reasons for setting that house fire. And the officers who wrote the report weren't even sure it really had been him. He had never been prosecuted for it at any rate. If it had been James' case he might have... Back when he didn't know Sirius...

But now he does and he just can't bear that look on his face. This confusion and vulnerability. He can't tell him all that - who knows how he'd react! He might try to run away again!

So yes. They do know Sirius' parents. Of course they do. He is spending some time away from London to get his health in order.

Sirius scoffs at that, pointing at his now properly bandaged head. "Well that went well, didn't it?"

James grimaces and Remus shoots him a worried smile.

"You should stay here for the night," Lily decides and when Lily decides that something is going to happen it will.

So they settle Sirius in the guest room and Remus opts for the couch. He wants nothing more than to snuggle up to Sirius right now, to hold him close and feel his heartbeat against his chest, know he is there - but Sirius doesn't remember. And it would be odd to just assume he'd be okay with that.

But Sirius notices the pitying looks that James and Lily throw Remus and later, when all the lights are back out he strolls back into the living room.

"You keep looking at me like that. Is there... Is there something I need to remember?" His tone and the smirk on his lips suggest that he might already have an inkling what it could be that he needs to remember...

But Remus doesn't want Sirius to know. He isn't even completely sure if he really wants him back (of course he does) and if he could really just forget about Sirius' past and keep living like they did before his memory returned (of course he can). But Remus is also Remus so in his attempt to pretend he doesn't know what Sirius is talking about he flushes profusely and falls off the couch while trying to lean in a nonchalant way. Looking up from the floor he sees Sirius muster him with amused fondness.

"I don't remember you. But I remember... ," he trails off and frowns. "There is something isn't there?"

Remus sits up and nods. There's no reason to deny anymore. He doesn't want to deny anymore.

Sirius sits down on the floor next to him and frowns even more. "But...aren't we.... I mean, aren't you a bit old for me?"

Remus chokes a bit on his spit as it dawns on him what that means.

"How old do you think you are?"

Sirius frowns even deeper and then looks up in shock.

"How old am I ?!"

"33?" Remus really isn't super sure. He is just working with what Sirius told him back then and who knows how much of it were lies. Lies that this Sirius doesn't know anything about.

"33?!" Sirius seems to be pondering that number for a bit. "But that... wait. Is that why my health is bad? Because I'm old?"

"So...," Sirius leans forward. "What exactly are we?"

Remus snorts a laugh. How is he supposed to deal with that? A Sirius that has lost his memories, okay. Fine, he can work with that. Actually he can work with that amazingly! It would make everything much easier!

But a Sirius that thinks he is still a teenager feels... odd. And suddenly the way he is eyeing him makes Remus feel very uncomfortable.

"Err...," Remus clambers back onto the couch in a panic. "I think you should just go to bed now."

But Sirius follows him and once again sits next to him. Way too close. Why does he smell so good?

Actually! Why does he? He lived in a cave for who knows how long, this is simply unfair!

"Why," Sirius teases and inches even closer. "Did my clumsiness turn you off?"

"Your...?"

"Well I hit my head didn't I?"

"Yes. Yes of course. No! That's... That's not it."

Sirius is now leaning so that his face is only inches away from Remus' and Remus suddenly becomes very aware of just how much he missed him...

"You're too young!," he blurts out and shuffles backwards on the couch. "You could be one of my students!"

"You said I'm thirty-three!"

"Yes but you seem to think that you still live with your parents!"

"Many 33-year-olds live with their parents, Remus!"

"But you don't know your 33!"

"I do! You just told me!"

"But you are eighteen!"

"Sixteen!"

"That is so much worse!"

"But I'm not actually, so why does that matter?"

"We have a power imbalance, Sirius!"

Sirius snorts and crosses his arms. "I could take you!"

This is all a great mess.

I know. I know that. But you don't, Remus thinks and buries his face in his hands.

tbc...

[losttawtute]

Show me your stupid world

Neteyam x human!reader

Part 1

Warning: maybe a little brat in the beginning but no big warning.

Author's note: I'm currently bad because of my period soooo this shit doesn't make sense. Just need a little more of neteyam or just Pandora's magic ~ 🩵💙

Summary: neteyam don't think you are a true explorer but You're ready to show him otherwise.

(I'm really bad at summary, sorry)

During a Thursday like the others, Spider enters the lab to clean himself, change some things and go back outside as usual, he lives almost all the time with the Na'vi. Especially the Sully.

Sometimes the Sully kids follow him into the lab, Kiri is really... Special but very nice, you've always had a bond with her, a bit like a big sister, she's the one who comes more often, to see her mother. But this time, she is not alone with Spider, neteyam and Lo'ak, the eldest sons of Jake and neytiri are there. Lo'ak doesn't bother you more than that, he's a kid who does kid things with the little human.

But neteyam, that's another thing! When you were young, you idolized him. He hunted,he ran and climbed faster than you , there was also his size, much taller than you! And when he reached adolescence this vision changed and you noticed other details, his chiseled physique, his piercing eyes, those fucking eyes! And one day his eyes stopped looking at you, he came less often and when he entered the lab he avoided you.

Over time you started acting like him, indifferent and avoiding him.

"hey y/n, wanna come with us? We're going to the waterfall!" Spider says cheerfully.

"Spider no need to ask her , you know she likes her comfort, she's not an adventurer." Neteyam Rattle.

And here we go again...

"sorry I'm not a savage like you, but I'll prove to you that I can venture into your stupid forest"

I pack my things and follow them into the dense forest of Pandora. Kiri stays by my side, at the back of the group. I breathe a little, not used to going out into the wild, sweat begins to form under my mask,

Kiri starts talking "you know you have nothing to prove, especially not to neteyam. I don't know what's wrong with him, he's not usually like this."

"With me, he's like that. I'm sorry I said it was stupid... The forest I mean. I know you love it" I look down, not proud of my comment earlier.

"No worries, I understand but in the future try to think smarter, not like a boy I mean haha"

We laughed together, the lighter mood, we arrived at the waterfall. Boys jump in the water, splashing all around.

You settle down on the shore, sitting on a towel, and start reading a book about the local flora.

"Is this what you call "exploring" the stupid forest? " You recognize this voice a little too close for your taste. A hot breath and a few cold drops are felt on your back.

You turn around, ready to give him a scathing retort but you remain speechless. He... He looks like a... some kind of angel his blue skin shines with the water. Some drops trace his collarbones and run over his torso, a simple braid falls in front of his face and... Eyes look at you...

Suddenly the truth hits you, for so long you thought he was indifferent to you but you were angry that he didn't look at you, not the way your feelings would like. But now, with his mocking eyes, you wanted him to look at you and not leave you.

So with a quick movement you close the book being up, a defiant look on your face

"oh I can And I will do it, watch me"

Without waiting you rush into the waterfall, the bioluminescent algae lighting up as you pass. Jumping to a light rock submerged in another, like a little monkey You move forward, passing behind the waterfall. In your race, you did not see that neteyam had caught up with you and was already behind the water curtain.

""Too slow" he laughs, mocking your heavy breathing and your cheeks reddened by the effort.

" Just admit it, you're a little human who needs his comfort! You're not like spider!" He add.

"Why you hate me that much, we used to play together ? " It came out without you wanting it to.

You take a deep breath and take off the mask and cut him off abruptly, placing your lips on his, the kiss is impatient and clumsy.

His eyes quickly went back up to your face now reddened by this confession. "I don't hate you Y/n. Just... We're not compatible.." "But you are with Spider? And norm?" Your voice becomes more pleading. "What?! No not like that! Fuck no I..I. like you." It's his turn to blush at his confession, your eyes try to find his, your mouth falls open without saying a word. "But...but it's not possible, you are human and... And I'm a Na'vi, I start liking you more each day for years but we aren't the same . Not even the same species, you will find me stupid and maybe weird to.... love you. And when we started to grow up, you were becoming Sublime, I preferred to stay away from you and-" he was continuing his babbling, too lost in his anxiety and blushing.

Like an exploding baggage, the last barriers of neteyam fall and he gives himself to the kiss body and soul.

"fuck" he mumbles between each devouring kiss. His hands explore your body molded in your clothes soaked by the waterfall, when yours gets lost around his neck . You break contact, and take up the respirator again, out of breath. "Does that mean you feel the same?" He jokes, His ears prick up with excitement.

He brings your hands up to his chest, and gently places them at the level of his heart . " Heyr" he says almost whispering this word. You blush under this new kind of exploration, not used to him talking in his language. Your fingers run through his neck "pewn" , you come closer, your breaths mingle with each other. It's like your hands are drawn to his skin and his captivating stripes.

"neteyam, shut up show me your stupid world"

You smile at him. He smiles back letting his hands explore your shoulders, up your arms to end up holding your hands. They are so small in his. So pale and fragile. He guides them over his body to help you discover his world....

Your little game continues, it's the best excuse to keep touching him and he refuses to stop before you know every part of his body....

Your caresses go back up again towards his ears, caressing his temples in passing. A shiver runs through him at your touch. As your finger play with the tender light blue skin of his ear, he whispered the word "Mikyunn" at your pink ear. He likes the way you touch him, travel on him like that.

When his large hand grasps yours, pulling you out of your contemplation, your fingers mirroring his, only your little finger is left. Delicately neteyam leans down and kiss it, his lips are soft, when he opens them his canines brush your skin and send a shock directly into your lower abdomen. By the great mother, what this Na'vi is doing to you...

" I've always loved that little finger" he leaves butterfly kisses along your wrist. "How do you say that..." "mm hand? Tsyokx"He chuckled . "Don't mock me, idiot!"

"I just think it's cute that you're interested in learning. I didn't know you wanted to learn the language." "i want to learn everything from you blue alien boy" you are ready to remove your mask once again to kiss him when a voice calls from the other side of the waterfall. It's Kiri looking for you.“i have to go,” you say, a hint of frustration in your voice. But before you step back under the curtain of bright water, he pulls you closer and kisses the bare area of your neck. “i’ll come teach you more good things" ....

Coming out of the last waterfall, Kiri asks you why you are so out of breath and red. You simply answer that you came across a nest of water slugs, very... touchy.

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Soooo there is the first post on this blog. I'm working in part 2 for those who ask . Buuut I don't really know in which direction I will go , stay fluff or go in a more spicy scene for part 2 ... Don't hesitate to add your idea and make some comments about what you like or dislike in my writing. I really want to improve so don't be scared and be critical my friend!

Hope you like it bye bye in pandora 🩵💙