#This broke containment btw

[cordycepsbian]

sequel to our most popular bug fables drawing (somehow)

[rejaytionships]

cannot believe i gotta say this but please don't follow me if you're comfortable selfshipping with canon racists. i don't care if you headcanon them as otherwise, because if their racism against a real group of people is a key facet of their character (much less incredibly important to the telling of the story that this character is a racist) then i do not wanna see it. this is not the safe space for you

[adimouze]

honestly my biggest conspiracy theory is that daniel’s mainstream appeal and popularity with actual famous people is what annoys and angers the people stuck working in f1 journalism— a job that now seems to rely on clickbait and sensationalist agenda pushing. so they just want to shit on daniel because he escaped containment somewhat (maybe not to the general people but he’s made friends in high places.) and no longer needs to keep them on the payroll to push his agenda. he evidently does not care about his agenda. he’s done. he’s out.

and that just pisses them off more

[tomscryingcorner]

!

[wellthatschaotic]

getting new followers always confuses/frightens me. what are you doing here

[infriga]

Me after binge reading all 70 chapters and 400k+ words of Defenders Without Fear by Fawnthefox and completely losing my marbles (they're gone):

[mintcakeart]

this is the funniest fuckin comment ive gotten thank u @spectrum-spectre

[coffintwink]

i thought this fucken freak trying to murder me throughout this entire cutscene was rly funny i love this game

[lycorogue]

[Image ID:

The standard sails of the 1934 ship have been replaced on all three masts. Each sail on each mast is a different color of the rainbow, starting with red as the top sail on each mast. The colors blue and purple had to be combined on the bottom sail of each mast since there aren't enough sails available.

/end ID]

The Danish training ship “Georg Stage” (1934) dresses in rainbow colour, 2021 

[faeriehighfemme]

getting excited every time i get a dm hoping it’ll be a dyke wanting to devour me but instead it’s just cishet men who can’t/won’t read the room

[jimjammin777]

i always come to the same place after I go on walks and usually I come here to cry but tbh considering just jerking off here

i already got railed here so it's not like I've not done worse

[evrytingbagel]

a🧍‍♀️

[goodguydotmp3]

And how was I supposed to tell 🤨

Like thank you for clarifying but conservatives (at least in America) really act like this what exactly is satirical about it from a ss?

[chilumi-shipper]

A prompt came into mind.. up to you if you're interested.

So, character and reader got married but character cheated because he said he doesn't love the reader anymore. They're technically done, but haven't finished doing the divorce files (because it's expensive and takes a long long time). But.. character got into an accident.. which made him forget everything that happened recently, and only remember the days he loved the reader. Reader's conflicted, the mistress that character has doesn't know what to do either. Character was confused on why he would marry anyone else when he has the reader fo begin with.

I think this fits your styles.

Btw, I LOVE ALL YOUR STORIES! I RE-READ THEM EVERYDAY-

Someone Better

Childe x Fem!Reader

Summary: Childe was a wild spirit, so when he got bored of your relationship, he sought the excitement of another woman. You were heartbroken, ultimately asking for a divorce. But just as your connection was almost severed, he got into an accident, losing every memory of his infidelity and returning to the man that made you fall in love him.

Tags: Cheating, Amnesia, Pining, Angst/No Comfort

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You were staring at the tremendous amount of divorce paperwork sitting on the desk of your hotel room.

It was very complicated, five years of marriage with joined insurance, property, bank accounts, and now you have to meticulously separate all your joined assets, all while constantly on the verge of a breakdown.

Not to mention you had no family to stay with in Snezhnaya. There's absolutely no one you could talk to about everything, you've left your homeland thinking your future in the cold nation with the love of your life would be nothing less that fantasy.

As you rest your head on the desk and closed your eyes tightly to ease the headache, your ears perk up as loud knocks hit your door.

With a groan, you got up and opened it to reveal your two of Childe's older siblings.

"He's looking for you." The older sister said, Alevtina, her seriousness evident, looking at you somewhat panicked.

"I know, big si-" I paused for a moment, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples. "I'm working on the assets, I'll send it as soon as possible."

"No." The chilly tone of the older brother, Alexei, sent shivers down your spine. "You need to come with us."

...

"Big sister Y/N is here?" You hear Teucer's innocent voice as you enter their home. The younger children laid their eyes on you, seemingly eager to come closer, but perhaps they've been told that now would not be the time.

"Honey... Thank you for coming..." Their mother embraced you warmly, still accepting you with motherly affection. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry..."

"Mama, has he calmed down?" Alexei asked from behind you.

Your mother-in-law parts from you slightly, looking at you tenderly. "She will definitely help."

You put your confusion and questions aside, seeing the somewhat tense air within the house.

"Stop staring." You weren't looking at him, but you felt his eyes watching you set down a tray of soup and medicine on his bedside table.

Childe lets out a chuckle. "Sorry, love, I can't help it..." His eyes never faltered, containing a look of admiration that you've been unfamiliar with for so long.

"After the avalanche, I got a pretty bad head injury. When I woke up, you were the first thing on my mind. And when Mama said you weren't here with me, I freaked out."

You sat down on a chair next to his bed, your eyes observing the bandages wrapped around his head. "What did the doctor say about your injury?"

"I'm gonna get some very bad headaches, and I also got a bit of amnesia, I think." Childe looks as if he's in thought. "Do I seem like I forgot something?"

"Maybe some things..."

"But I love you just the same! So I bet what I forgot wasn't even that important!"

...How cruel.

Having to take care of the man that broke you apart, even worse, a version of him that you loved too much to despise.

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It was painful, staying with him.

Childe would keep you close, call you his different pet names, cuddle up to you, all while you were under the pitiful gaze of his family that knew of his infidelity.

On the other hand, he's been feeling the cold responses his advances have been receiving. But to him, he thinks he can solve it by smothering you in more of his love.

He is pretty observant, he's put it two in two together that he may be missing a memory in which he had done something wrong. He just didn't know how much it had hurt.

Though, not only from you, Childe had also felt that his younger siblings seem distant as well, no longer asking him to play snow games outside, or looking up to him as some sort of hero.

One early morning, when he walks up to the kitchen to see you cooking for the whole family, a smile formed on his face.

He steps closer, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. "Hmmm... Morning, honey..." He basks in the feeling of you.

You remain quiet, letting him do as he pleases. The ginger frowns, however, feeling unsatisfied by your lack of reaction.

"Babyyyy... Loveee meee backkkk..." He whines, nuzzling his face on your neck.

"Ajax, come on..." You stifled a laugh, moving slightly away as his action tickled you. He hears the slight giggle of your words, smiling against your skin.

You compose yourself, pushing him away from you. "Stop." He lets you push him away, and you feel him freeze slightly at the harshness of your tone.

His blue eyes looked at you worried. "...Hey," He starts. "I'm sorry, darling, did you not like that?"

With a sigh, you looked down. "When the others wake up, tell them I already made breakfast. I have somewhere to be."

You walk pass him, but you did not miss the hurt tone of the faint call of your name.

...

You come back to his family's home after doing some more paperwork for the divorce that your husband doesn't even remember, feeling your head pounding as you ready yourself to face him again.

What you don't expect to see this late at night is Childe sitting on the porch with a lantern next to him, his head hung low as if he's thinking deeply.

"Childe?"

He looks up, but he frowns at you. "Ajax, darling..." He reminds you.

Standing up, he pulls you into his warm embrace. "I love you... I missed you..."

His words take you aback, as you reluctantly wrap your arms around him.

"I've been thinking about this morning, about you. You hate me."

"I know I must've done something... you can tell me." He kneels in front of you, staring at your eyes while his sparkle with the light of the lantern. "And even if I don't remember, I'll make it right..."

As you look down at him, you see the fiery passion of love that burned in his eyes as he knelt down to ask you to marry him so long ago.

It scares you...

You might not be able to control yourself...

"It's just hard to take care of you sometimes." You smile ever so slightly, yet his frown only deepens as tears start to escape your eyes.

He stands, his hand finds its way to your cheek. "Love..." His eyes held such conviction that you've not seen for years. "I'm so sorry..."

You close your eyes to hold in the tears, shaking your head and swaying his hand away. "...You're not."

Despite the tears, you tug at his arm. "Come on, let's head inside."

He's filled with questions, but seeing your sad face makes him set all those aside and focus on you for now.

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"Teucer, hey, little man." Childe calls for his little brother.

The little boy looks at him wide eyed. "I don't want to talk to you." He crossed his little arms, turning around to leave with a displeased look.

"What...? Oh come on..." The harbinger pouted, getting down on his little brother's level. "What did I do wrong...? All our siblings are acting so mean to me..." He whined, frowning as he tries to persuade the little ginger.

"But you were also very very mean!" Teucer refused to look at his older brother, the one he used to look up to the most. "We don't like you anymore!"

Childe's playful facade faded as his expression contorted to a confused one. "Hey, what do you mean...?"

"You're so mean to Y/N, you hurt her! She doesn't deserve tha-"

"Teucer!" Just as his brother erupted to a crying mess, screaming at him with all his little heart, their mother walked into the room, grabbing the little boy.

"Don't talk like that to your elders!"

"But it's true, Mama!"

"That doesn't matter, say sorry to-"

"What does he mean, Mama? Why did I do?" Childe looked at his mother expectantly, his voice starting to shake as he saw the fit of rage Teucer had because of him. "W-What did I do to Y/N?"

HIs mother shook her head, trying to ease her expression with a smile. "Nothing..."

"It's not nothing, Mama!" He raises his voice by accident due to his frustration. "I see it, the way she looks at me, it's different. The way you all look at me, like you have a monster inside your house."

Teucer forced his way out of his mother's hold, running to his older siblings room all teary eyed. Childe felt bad, but he desperately needed answers from his mother.

"Mama, please, I need to know why Y/N doesn't... love me anymore..." It hurts him to say, but based on the way you're acting, he could only make the assumption that your feelings have wavered.

"Oh, Ajax... it's not like that..."

The ginger then felt a sharp pain in his head, making him fall down onto the couch. He groaned as he clutched his head.

"Hey... where are you heading off to so late at night?" He hears your soft voice in a static audio playing in his head.

"Out." He then hears himself replying coldly.

"Ohh, when will you-"

He's out the door before you could even finish your question.

"Ajax, honey!' His mother's voice was a hazy blur as he keeps his eyes closed to envision what he's hearing in his head.

He tries to shake the feeling away, but his mind is flooded by fragmented memories.

"You've been going out a lot more recently." Your concerned voice entered his ears.

"I've been busy."

"Busy where?"

He then hears shatters of glass and yells as you sob while trying to talk to him.

He pictures your face, your crying, begging face, asking for some sort of salvation from his cold and merciless actions.

"T-There's someone else?"

"Someone better."

"H-How could y-you do this?"

"When I look at you now... I feel... nothing."

Childe opened his eyes, not realizing that tears had started to flow to his cheeks. "Mama..."

"Y-Yes, dear?"

"I hurt her..." He was in a state of disbelief. "I-I... Why...?"

His tears fell faster, looking at his mother for answers. "W-Why, Mama? Why was I so stupid? Why did I choose to lose her?"

"I don't know, dear, but that's simply what happened, and you could never make her forget that, even if you forgot."

His breathing started to accelerate, feeling like he wanted to punch himself. As his head started spinning, his vision turns black.

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You took a deep breath as you walked into the house, feeling everyone's eyes on you as you entered.

"Honey..." Your ex mother-in-law embraces you once again, holding you tight. "I'm so sorry... I didn't want to make it difficult for you..."

"N-No, no..." You returned her hug, sniffling as you start to tear up. "I readied myself for this, I'm just here to drop off the final papers..."

"Could you talk to him?" Alevtina suddenly asked, looking at you hesitantly. "I know he's been a jerk... but he won't eat unless he talks to you."

You parted from their mother, feeling the pressure of their request.

"It's okay to curse him, or to scream, or rough him up, I'll even help you." Alexei placed his hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

You nodded, sighing as they guided you to his room. And as you entered with a heavy feeling in your chest, he immediately sat up, alerted by your presence. You stare at each other for a bit before you muttered a word.

"Hi." You greeted him shortly.

"Hey..." His voice was soft, and his eyes followed you attentively.

"I'm sorry to intrude, I'll make this quick." You breathe deeply, trying to relax yourself. "I finished the papers, split the assets, got the lawyers."

"I talked to her, y-your woman..." You looked down, fidgeting with your hands. Childe seemed unfazed by it, though his gaze seem to falter at the mention of 'his woman'.

"She... umm... wasn't really interested anymore after the accident..." You breathe heavily, feeling small under his gaze. "But... your family's here to take care of you..."

Clearing your throat, you continued. "I do have one request, if I could... I would like a safe boat ride back home." You stepped closer, intending to hand him the envelope that contained all the paperwork to finalize your divorce.

"Take it all." You stopped in your tracks as he spoke.

"The house, the mora, the boat. It's all yours..." He lays back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Would you also do me a favor?"

You looked at him, encouraging him to speak.

"Carve my heart out and take it with you."

"...Can we be serious for a second?" You sighed.

"I would like to stay with you. I think that would be a good way to do it without constantly wanting to punch myself." You noticed that his eyes started to flood with tears.

"Ajax... I'm sorry this happened to you..."

"No, Y/N, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for everything." He sat up again, tears falling from his eyes as he looks up at you with genuine eyes. "I don't know why I did that. And I... I regret it so much..." He reached for your hand, and you let him hold onto you for strength.

"Every tear I had in me I already cried when you left me for her." You smiled bitterly, though you remained soft, making him even more guilty as you try to stay strong. "But I appreciate the apology..."

You pull your hand away from him slowly, feeling that he was reluctant to let go.

"I-I still love you..."

You gave him a final smile. "You'll love someone better than me... Childe..." You back away, leaving him alone in his room still yearning for the days where his memory only consisted of loving you.

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Hiiii again after quite a while! I think I've been noticing that my recent fics have been angst, I guess I just feel like hurting you guys this season of giving (I give pain :D)

Anywayy, anon, I think at some point I went my own direction and didn't fully stick to your request (I'm sorryyy TvT) but I hope you like it anyway!

[jsooly]

taken in by the sullys (5) / sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader

synopsis, your birth mother didn’t care to be cautious while pregnant, but at least something good came out of it. ++ spider, and then lo’ak throwing hands for you

+ note! writing these chapters during my commute makes the bus rides sm more relaxing, i’m happy you guys are enjoying the series just as much <33

(1) / (2) / (3) / (4*) / (5 - ur here! ☆)

+ chapters with an * beside it means that it’s following atwow plot line as opposed to disconnected scenarios

2155 (you were four years old)

the first time you ran out into pandoran air without a gas mask on, jake thought you were going to die

pandoran air was filled with compounds that the human lungs couldn't process efficiently—a danger that threatened jake's life once before

after the war ended and the sky people were banished from pandora, there was a lot of things to take care of logistically

inducting jake as olo'eyktan was one of them, along with an agreement with the remaining humans living on the planet

plus in the aftermath of the war, many other forest clans lost their homes or leaders. jake was determined to accommodate all of them as best he could

his preoccupation left you with little supervision and a lot of free time

jake was visiting norm's lab to check up on the status of their relationship with the clans

he carried you along with him for once, hoping it'd be a fun take your daughter to work day

this is how he held you when you were little btw

as soon as he set you loose, you bolted out the lab

you jumped up and slapped a button, dashing outside when the door opened just wide enough to allow you through.

it slowly creaked as alarms began to blare loudly, an automated voice warning them of the sinking pressure overtaking the room's atmosphere.

"holy shit—" jake shot up, wincing as he slammed his head into the ceiling. "norm?! why didn't you grab her?" he rushed through the corridor, and being incompatible with the space started knocking things over left and right.

"i'm sorry, she has so much experience slipping past me!" norm protested, equally panicked as he held his breath. he scrambled out his seat towards the exit door, dodging jake's thrashing tail.

"no, no, no." jake's body rammed into the door just as it slammed shut. he peered out the frosted window and vaguely caught your shape. his fist collided with the access button. "why isn't this door opening?!"

jake rapidly slammed the button before norm stopped him from breaking the circuits completely.

"the cabin is returning to normal atmospheric conditions," norm gasped for air, finally. "it won't open for another—"

jake backed up, crouching into a lunging position. he bounced on the balls of his feet. "i'm kicking the door."

"what?! jake—"

"i'm breaking the damn door, norm. put a mask on. i'm not waiting." jake snapped, grabbing two masks off the wall and tossing one to the scientist. he surged forward and thrust his leg out, his foot flattening against the door and knocking it clean off its hinges.

norm dove for cover, securing a mask over his face just as all sorts of alarms clamored for attention.

jake ducked through the opening, immediately running to you. he dropped to his knees, taking no notice to the blisters and cuts that broke skin as he slid across the dirt towards you. he snatched you up in his arms, turning you to face him and trying to put the gas mask over your head.

you kept swerving him and blocking him with your hands.

"y/n—baby, please stay still." he tried to contain his worry as he grabbed your wrists in his hand and dropped them away from your face.

"stay still, you need..." he slowed his attempts as he realized... you were breathing just fine. "to breathe..?"

you glared at him in annoyance, confused as to why he was trying to smush glass on your face.

"you don't need the mask?" he asked, unsure himself. he paused for a moment, studying you closely. his hand still firmly gripping the gas mask in case he was mistaken. but you weren't coughing or gasping.

he lifted you up, hands nestled underneath your armpits. he put his ear to your back, listening to the sound of your breathing. no whistles. no wheezing. no rattling. just perfectly normal inhale... and exhale.

"huh." jake's eyebrows furrowed, turning you around and holding you against his chest. he looked down at norm, who had just caught up, pointing a finger at you.

"wanna explain what's going on here?"

the nature of your development and birth allowed for certain mutations surface

your birth mother got pregnant with you on pandora, going out in the atmosphere, consuming the fruits, and maybe getting stung once or twice by strange flowers

with how reckless she was while carrying you, it's no surprise your genome was a bit messed up

after norm thoroughly tested you for other variations, he came up with a comprehensive list

jake was never one for reading—he didn't even read the reports and logs that would've helped him be prepared when first going out with grace and norm

but he consumed every bit of information norm offered him, even asking him to print a copy of the document for future reference

"the subject exhibits accelerated peripheral growth wherein measurements taken supersede the average on earth... what the..." jake rattled off, before tossing the document back to norm with a roll of his eyes. "yeah, you're gonna have to do one in english and then get back to me."

"that just means she's growing faster compared to a normal human child." norm deadpanned. "she had a four year old's height when she just turned two. you were there, didn't you notice?"

jake shrugged, rotating you in his arms. "dunno. still looks pretty small to me." he cooed, nuzzling his nose to yours.

"you're almost 10ft. tall. everything looks small to you." norm turned back to his computer, exasperated. “whatever her mother did messed her up pretty badly.”

jake frowned. your birth mother died two years before he arrived on pandora, but he was sure he wouldn’t have liked her. the stories he’s heard was more than enough to form an opinion. he only tolerated her memory because she gave life to one of his most precious treasures.

“i wouldn’t say messed up. more like…” he pondered, watching the fluorescent ceiling light sparkle in your eyes. “upgraded.”

long story short, your lungs had adapted to draw more oxygen from pandora's atmosphere; you were growing faster; your athletic capacity was just below superhuman; and your senses were abnormally receptive.

whatever your birth mother exposed herself to while you were in there made you a little less human.

jake and neytiri had their suspicions. there was something up with you—how else could you have kept up with neytiri's rigorous training at a young age, human and all, otherwise?

it was almost fitting. you were one of the only two human pandoran natives. children actually born on pandora.

as you grew, you continued to hone your abilities to compete with the na'vi children, but at some point you hit a ceiling.

a little less human was still human at the end of the day.

spider

the other only human born on pandora was miles 'spider' socorro

given how similar your situations were, you were surprised at the drastic difference between your lives

you were two years older than him—he was born just before the first pandoran war

he had adoptive parents, the mccoskers, just like you had the sullys

the mccoskers were residents of hell's gate as per jake's surrender list until the RDA returned under ardmore's command

they left with their own family, spider left behind

spider was then his own boss, doing as he pleased and going where he pleased

above all, he was inseparable from the sully kids—an unspoken, invisible brother

sometimes, you felt awkward when interacting with him because you got lucky with the sullys while he was considered a 'stray'

unlike lo'ak or kiri, you weren't particularly close to him as a friend, but you looked out for him just as you did for the others

"hey," you caught up to him as he was leaving.

spider spending the entire day with the kids was routine. from dawn to dusk, sometimes into the night, he was by their side. you and the kids loved him, and he loved you guys too.

"oh. hey." he turned, awkwardly standing in place. "what's up?"

"wanted to catch you before you left." you loosely gestured to the sky. "it's pretty dark out. i'll walk you home."

he blinked, surprised by the consideration. you felt pity pool in your stomach.

"oh. yeah, thanks." he nodded. you could see a thought cross his mind. he quickly backtracked. "but—but if i'm keeping you, i'm okay to—"

"spider," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and beginning to walk alongside him. "you're not keeping me. we’re two of a kind so we gotta stick together, right?" you bumped into his side playfully.

he felt at ease, relaxing. "yeah." spider chuckled. he glanced at your face before dropping his eyes. "it's so crazy how you can just... breathe the air. i'm jealous." gesturing to his exo-pack, he continued. "gotta lug this thing around all day."

“the reason why is way less cool, promise.” you muttered, reflecting on your birth mother.

friendly chatter and a few minutes later, you arrived at the human base. you dropped spider inside to his bunk.

he collapsed against the mattress with a lengthy sigh.

you laughed at his antics. “it’s tough keeping up with them, huh?”

“oh, please, i could outrun ‘em any day.” he huffed, grinning lopsidedly.

you pat his shoulder. “make sure to eat something before bed.” walking out, you waved goodbye. “see you tomorrow.”

he felt warm—seen. he waved back. “bye.”

despite the two year age gap, spider saw you as a maternal figure

i mean, you were the only one that willingly made yourself available to him consistently

he would NEVER admit this, though, to himself or anyone else

kiri was a very close confidant, neteyam and lo’ak were brothers, and tuk was the baby

you were the only young adult that made him a priority for care and support

he would be eternally grateful for that, because no matter what he would experience, he knew you were in his corner just like any of the other kids

it made him feel part of something when he had nothing

omaticayan dissent

it was no secret that there were some that disagreed with their clan leaders’ choice to adopt you into their family

and while their hatred and caution was valid—they’ve had many sky people deceive them before—it was poor to direct that anger onto a child

you were essentially a trash bin for their bitterness, a figure to focus their resentment when there were no other ‘bad humans’ around

and despite proving your usefulness time and time again, it was becoming increasingly clear that they were never going to accept you as their own

for jake and neytiri, it was a delicate balance of hearing their people and curbing their behaviour

for your siblings, though? it was gloves off. immediately

“what’d you just say?” lo’ak hissed, grabbing the shoulder of the omaticayan boy and spinning him around.

if there’s one thing about lo’ak, it’s that he rocks for his family.

“lo’ak.” neteyam warned, spawning behind the youngest sully son as if he was summoned the minute lo’ak threatened trouble. “mawey, brother.

lo’ak shoved neteyam’s arm off his shoulders, pointing an accusatory finger at the boy. “he just said—“

“how can you call tawtute a sister?” the boy contorted his face in disgust. “she does not belong here. all the other children know it.”

“olo’eyktan decides who belongs and who doesn’t. that is none of your business.” neteyam said coolly. “she does her part and keeps to herself.”

the boy made a yeuch sound, shuddering. ignoring neteyam’s subtle offer for truce, he continued. “they made a demon who can breathe among us. what’s next, one who can connect with our great mother? you ask yourself what else must they have in store.”

neteyam wanted to set the guy straight, but ever the oldest son, he kept his composure. “our mother and father raised her more na’vi than human. if she had different loyalties, she would have left long ago.”

“well—“

“let it rest.” neteyam cut him off firmly, his expression blank.

the boy could not continue to argue against the chief’s son when he put down a hard boundary. he snarled, baring his teeth at both sons.

“lo’ak, ‘yam—“ you approached them, oblivious to the tension. “mom’s calling for dinner.”

lo’ak seethed silently but after catching neteyam’s firm look, he swallowed his pride.

they walked past the boy, giving him a lasting glare while following behind you.

“freak.” the boy mumbled under his breath when you were out of earshot.

without hesitation, lo’ak shifted his weight and launched his fist across the boy’s jaw.

he got an earful, naturally

the scuffle continued until neteyam was able to break it up

after apologies were forced, lo’ak was subject to your father’s favourite punishment—grounding

you shooed kiri and her unhelpful teasing away, taking over lo’ak’s treatment

you dabbed the cloth to his forehead. “what’d he do?”

lo’ak winced, leaning away from the burning sting of the ointment. remaining silent, he glared at the floor.

“hm?” you egged him on. “you know you can tell me.”

“i…” he began with a sigh before changing his mind. “never mind. doesn’t matter.”

jake sully was a girl dad through and through. in his eyes his girls could do no wrong. he saw a youthful recklessness in his sons, something they undoubtedly got from him, and feared they would go down a path he couldn’t save them from. he was very hard on them, sometimes unfairly so.

you forcefully turned his head to look at you. “course it matters, dummy. you’re telling me the way the boy described it was how it went down?”

his chest rose and fell rapidly as he got worked up again. “he was talking shit about you.” he glanced at you, wondering if he’d get told off for cursing. when you didn’t speak, he continued angrily. “again. i was gonna let it go, i swear! but he ran his mouth right in front of you! how did you not hear?”

“you did this on my behalf?”

“yes! all of them have said something at some point. they don’t have any shame. it’s not fair.” he grumbled, his posture sinking.

you dropped in the spot next to him. “you know i’m proud of you, lo’ak, and i’m grateful you thought to defend me. but you don’t need to get into fights.” you pleaded, trying to catch his annoyed gaze. “cuz then both of us lose.”

he groaned and crossed his arms. “i just— if i feel like this… i just think you would feel ten times worse.”

like this. like an outcast. it was the first time you really considered that it was the truth. growing up, you simply accepted it as a fact of your life.

you softened when you observed his tormented expression. you leaned against him to let him know you understood—that the two of you were more alike than it would seem. you remained there in each other’s company until you were called for dinner.

. . .

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am i complex to you prt two ~ joost klein fanfic

READ PART ONE HERE // part three here

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Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: From first meeting the blonde musician to sharing headphones and very intense eye contact, this was not how you anticipated your evening at your friend's party panning out. 

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Due to high demand here is part two (yes there will be a part three as well, I'm typing it as we speak). If you like it please show your support by reblogging ❣️

I accept Joost requests btw! [do's: female!reader, smut; don'ts: established relationship, toxic relationships]

Warnings: 18+ only, not proofread

As you stepped outside the cool air of the night hit your nostrils. Joost's hand was loosely attached to your hip as you waved over to your parked bike.

"Oh, I didn't come by bike," Joost said.

"Oh," you laughed. "We could try having you ride on my carrier," you suggested. "I'm really not that athletic though, it's ten minutes to my flat."

"We'll try," Joost said as you unlocked your bicycle. After you got on the bike, Joost got on behind you.

"Hold on tight," you said and Joost wrapped his arms around your torso, his chin resting on top of your shoulder. Your stomach fluttered and both you and Joost couldn't contain your grins as you caught the other looking at each other.

"Let's go," you said as you pushed your feet off the ground and started pedalling the bike. "Jesus fucking Christ," you exclaimed laughing as you noticed quickly how hard it was for you to ride the bike with the both of you on it. Between the alcohol in your bloodstream, the nerves and excitement of feeling Joost's body pressed to your back and your poor condition, this was sure to be a failed mission pretty soon.

"So, are gonna make it in ten minutes then?", Joost giggled beside you.

"Oh shut up," you huffed out as you were slowly making progress, the bike riding slalom instead of in a straight line. "You give it a try then," you said.

"Alright, if you insist," Joost shrugged and easily got off the bike as you weren't going that fast anyway. As Joost sat down on the seat you realised that your bike was way too small for the tall man and you giggled at the sight of his overly bent knees. "Now you shut up," Joost laughed and for the first time, you were eye to eye as you stood beside the bike.

You took one step closer to Joost, your upper thigh just barely touching his knee. With your hand, you grabbed Joost's chin and leaned forward to kiss him. His hand let go of the bike handles and they found your hips, bringing you closer to him. You wished you were home already as you were losing yourself in Joost's lips - so soft, so perfect on your lips. Joost let out a frustrated groan between his lips and his grip tightened on your hip.

"Fuck," he mumbled as he broke the kiss. "Now get on with it," he gestured with his head to the bicycle carrier.

This time it was your turn to wrap your arms around Joost's body and you would be lying if you didn't seize the opportunity to subtly feel his abs and stomach through the fabric of his t-shirt as best as you could. As Joost started pedalling you were definitely going faster than before but you were still going excruciatingly slow as you were slowly losing your mind at the thought of finally feeling Joost closer to you when you'll get home.

"Now turn left," you said after you had been on the road for 15 minutes already. "... and here we are," you said when you finally reached the front of your apartment complex.

Quickly you locked your bike up and rushed through the front door of your apartment complex. As you pushed the button for the elevator, Joost was coming up behind you, his hand resting on the side of your waist. The elevator door opened and before you could even register to push the button to your floor you were backed against the wall. Your hands instinctively found the back of Joost's head as your lips crashed into each other again. Lips moving in sync you softly moaned into the kiss and you could feel the arousal in your pants. You pushed your chest towards Joost as he sloppily left kisses down the side of your face until he buried his face in your neck. Your fingers quickly found the button of your floor and the elevator started moving upwards. The tips of Joost's fingers grazed the skin of your exposed stomach after he slowly pushed the hem of your top up. With a soft ping, the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened.    

You grabbed Joost's hand and dragged him out of the elevator to the door of your flat. As you were scrambling for your keys in your purse, Joost stood behind you, his front pressed to your back and his hands at your hips. With one hand he carefully pushed your hair aside to expose the soft skin of your neck. Slowly he pressed one kiss after another to your neck, goosebumps running up your spine as your fingers nervously trembled, still searching for your keys.

"Fuck," you cursed.

"Hm," Joost murmured against your skin.

"I can't find my keys," you mumbled.

"Hm," Joost replied concerned this time.

Hot flashes went through your body, maybe caused by Joost's soft lips against your skin, maybe because the memory from earlier this evening came back to you. You recalled how you proudly dangled your keys in front of Mila's face.

"Look at this!" you had exclaimed as you pointed to the small teddy bear, showing off your new key chain to your friend. As you recalled the memory, you also realised that you never put your keys back into your purse after Mila had inspected the bear.

"I left them at the party," you realised and turned around, the palm of your hand planted on your forehead. Your heart was beating incredibly fast.

"You're joking," Joost said softly laughing.

"I swear I'm not," you said and you could see how Joost was grabbling at the seriousness of the situation. Before he could say anything else you were already dialing Mila's number who picked up immediately.

"(Y/N)!" she exclaimed over the loud sounds of the music.

"Mila, I need you to grab my keys, they should be by the couch at the back of the bar."

"Yeah, sure, did you go home?" she asked.

"Yes."

"But you can't get in?" she asked.

"Yes. I'll have to get back," you sighed.

"You can stay at mine, so you won't have to make the trip again," Mila suggested.

"Thanks, just hold on to my keys for now, I'll text you later, okay? Love you," you said.

"Sure thing! Love you too," Mila replied before you ended the call.

"So?" Joost was leaning against the wall, a concerned look on his face.

"Well, I'll have to get back to get my keys," you groaned. "I'm so sorry, this is not how I envisioned this to go down."

"Me neither," he said and paused for a second before he continued. "You could also stay at my place," Joost suggested.

"Are you sure?" you asked as you didn't want to be a bother. You didn't usually do one night stands so you weren't really familiar with the etiquette. What if he wanted to leave your place after the deed anyway? What if he didn't want you to stay the whole night and wake up next to you in the morning?

"Yeah, of course, I live like ten minutes from here," he reassured you.

"Alright, let's go then," you said and pressed the elevator button again.

Silence ensued between you when you entered the elevator, the key incident apparently sobered the both of you up just a bit. You were still longing for Joost's touch but more than anything you felt awkward and like a burden to him right now.

"Are you okay?" Joost asked you softly as he noticed your change in demeanour.

"Yeah," you mumbled. "I'm sorry, I just feel really stupid," you admitted. Joost's hand softly grazed yours and he looked into your eyes.

"No, really, (Y/N), it's fine," he said. "If anything, this is really funny actually," he tried to lighten the mood and a small grin crept onto your face. "There we are!" Joost said happily, his left hand cupping your cheek softly and for a moment you expected him to plant a quick peck on your lips like a loving boyfriend would, but before anything could happen, the elevator door opened again and Joost dropped his hand from your face.

As you were walking side by side, the night quiet and the stars distantly visible above you, there was a long pondering silence between you.

"You know I don't usually do this," Joost said eventually.

"Taking girls home?" you asked.

"Yeah well yes,-" Joost said. "Or having them take me home," he paused. "I'm not really the player type or whatever."

"Me neither," you admitted and you both looked at each other, grins visible on each other faces. "So this is a new experience for the both of us?"

"I suppose," Joost chuckled.

"How's it going so far?" you asked.

"Well, if everything would've gone right we probably would be doing something different right now," Joost said and the thought of that certain something gave you flashes running up your body. You bit your lip, eyeing Joost up and down as you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. But you knew that it would only mean that you would get to his place even later if you did it right now. So the sexual tension between you two had to persist.

"We're here," Joost announced.

"Oh, finally," you laughed and Joost grinned as he unlocked the front door and held it open for you.

Another excruciatingly long elevator ride where your sides were just barely touching and you two were grinning like two horny teenagers and you finally reached the door to Joost's flat. You nervously fiddled with your fingers as he opened the door and motioned for you to get inside.

"Welcome to my crib," he said and you giggled.

After you stepped inside and turned around Joost had already swiftly closed the door and was standing directly in front of you.

"Hi," you whispered, looking up to him.

"Hi," he said grinning before his lips crashed into yours again.

Soon you were pressed against the wall, Joost's body close to yours and you continued exactly where you left off earlier. You removed Joost's stupid hat and rummaged your hands through his hair which lured a moan from him. Joost softly bit down on your bottom lip which made your back arch. His hands were trailing down your body until they rested on top of your ass, squeezing lightly. Your hands were tugging on Joost's jacket, desperate to finally get his clothes off the man. Without ever breaking the kiss, Joost took off his jacket and discarded it to the side before also removing your jacket. Your hands touched the bare skin on his arms, grabbing at his upper arms as your tongues met in an open-mouthed kiss. Joost hummed into your lips as his fingers slowly felt the soft skin above your ribcage as he sneaked his hands underneath your top, slowly trailing up your body.

"Where's - your - bedroom?" you asked breathily and in between kisses.

Joost moaned against your lips and took your hand into his before he led you down the corridor. Before you could register much of the room you found yourself on top of Joost who was laid on his back on the bed as you were straddling his hips. With your elbows resting beside Joost's head you leaned down to kiss him again. His hands immediately found your hips as you slowly started grinding down into Joost, already feeling his hard groin pressing against your body. You broke the kiss and looked at Joost for a second before you said what you had to say.

"I'm so sorry, I really hate to do this," you started and you could already see the concern and confusion growing on Joost's face. "But I really have to pee," you said with a frown and Joost laughed.

"Yeah, sure, the bathroom is just opposite this one," he said.

"Alright," you said as you got up reluctantly.

"But don't leave me waiting here for too long," Joost said as you looked back at him before leaving his room and you giggled.

You quickly found the bathroom and used the toilet, cursing your bladder for the unfortunate timing. Taking a look in the mirror you fixed your hair and quickly did some sexy poses to boost your confidence.

As you got back into Joost's bedroom just a few minutes later you saw him sprayed out on the bed on his back. He had taken off his pants and was only covered in his t-shirt and boxers, his arms crossed behind his head. As you stepped closer you realised that his eyes were closed and his breathing was steady and slow.

"Joost?" you softly whispered.

No response.

You sat down on the side of the bed and laid your hand on his chest.

"Joost, are you awake?"

No response again.

You let out a soft laugh. You couldn't believe it. After all that went wrong tonight already you finally had made it to Joost's bed and now he was asleep. It was kind of comical actually. You couldn't be mad with the man. It was 4 am already after all and the both of you took a quiet long route home. You grabbed your phone to text Mila.

Did you get my keys? you typed.

Yep, when are you coming? she answered.

It's fine, I'll get them tomorrow. I'm staying at Joost's.

???? Mila replied. Who the fuck is Joost??? she asked in a separate text.

Wait. Joost as in Stuntje's friend?? Mila texted back after a pause.

Yes, you replied.

Stay safe bb, Mila texted.

Dw, he fell asleep already, you typed.

LOL.

You set your phone aside and watched Joost's peaceful face for a minute. It would be very sweet actually if there wasn't this deep arousal in your panties. You sighed as you accepted your fate and went back to the bathroom. Carefully you looked through Joost's bathroom cabinet to find something to get rid of your makeup. Back in his room, you pondered for a second before stripping down to your underwear. You would have taken your clothes off and slept in his bed anyway, right? Without disturbing the sleeping man beside you too much you slipped under the covers. You tucked Joost also in carefully. As you watched his face with his mouth slightly agape, you laughed softly before you turned to the bedside table to turn the light off.

"Goodnight Joost."

Final A/N: I'm such a tease I'm so sorry, there will be a part three very soon! Part three here