#ahhh this one is coming along fast today

[valeriianz]

well i HAVE to ask for some of the celebrity crush au 💌 🥺🙏😳

of course of course! <3

Hob tried not to think too hard about his look today. He knew Dream (shockingly, unbelievably) had a crush on him, but for some reason didn’t want him to be disappointed in what he saw. What if Dream took one look at him and realised Hob wasn’t what he thought? What if the real thing didn’t compare to whatever Dream was making up in his mind? And why did Hob care at all? Perhaps, because… Dream was. Well. Dream.  Hob wasn’t blind. Dream was beautiful. Hob was sure the lavish lifestyle Dream undoubtedly lived in helped, what with top of the line skin products and a dietician to make sure he stayed healthy and youthful. Whatever other products Dream used in his hair, on his straight, perfectly white teeth, even down to his nails– clean and pretty, cuticles invisible, usually covered in varnish that matched with whatever expensive outfit he was wearing that day.

make me write!

[yayll]

omg PLSPLSPLS GIVE US GIRLDAD!DAZAI!!! Im literally so obsessed w ur work and luv luv luv reading it <3

just wanna say thank u so much anon for sending in the CUTEST request ever i have never thought abt it this way and when i finally did it was over for me. it wrote itself. THANK U FOR LIKING MY WORK THATS SO SWEET AHHH :') i keep getting ill so srry it's a lil late but i am so thankful for you trusting me w ur concept. mwahhhh.

~ a little something about girldad!Dazai simply trying his best, and loving it ~

Dazai never thought the day would come when his life finally felt complete. First, you happened to him and that was something he couldn't even fathom in a million lifetimes. It wasn't meant for him, and letting love into his heart felt like going against the nature of things. He struggled with it for a long time, pushing you away and making sure you realized this wasn't something worth pursuing... but you never relented, and he stopped fighting the longing for something more. You made him feel it was okay to want, to yearn, to need. And so came along every single repressed desire he had ever had. The love between you bloomed, and he thought this was the height of it all; The bandages he wore over his body were no longer grim reminders of his lack of humanity and the masks he wore on the daily. Those frayed wraps of fabric were symbols of love returning, of patience, of a lived in soul, and he no longer had to maintain them alone. He had you.

And then one day, he suddenly had a little girl in his life.

Another life to nurture and to start anew with, and his fear was that he yet again could not redeem himself from his past, but he was determined for her, for you and for himself to not let that be the case. When you gave him the most precious thing he didn't think he ever wanted nor could ever have, that was the day he vowed to be the epitome of a true figure worth looking up to. Osamu Dazai, the family man! Dad of the year!

... Except today, when he woke up late to take the apple of his eye to preschool. You were out of town, and though you eventually claimed to have faith in his solo parenting skills, it was a complete leap of faith. He comforted you for hours, how hard could it be? He can be both parents at once! How cruel of you to even doubt him. He remembers the look on your face when he slammed the door on you while holding your precious angel in his arms, both of them giggling while they waved you off as if they rehearsed it.

Aaaand now he realized why you were so worried. He looks at the time and he springs out of bed, running off to her bedroom. She even sleeps like a little lamb, he thinks to himself. He rushes at her side and softly turns her over.

"Little love, wake uuupppp..."

She pouts, shaking her head as she shifts in her sleep. He sighs and tries again a little more desperately.

"If you wake up, that will be really good for daddy, otherwise mommy will kill me! Up we go!"

He picks her up, and she rubs her eyes as Dazai does the most rushed morning routine ever.

He gets her dressed, though the socks don't match, and when he does her pigtails, they're lopsided. How do you do it?! And now he has to FEED her?! He stuffs a few handfuls of cereal into his mouth while giving her a proper bowl, but they're so late he thinks they should just start walking now.

"Take the bowl with you, we can do this thing called eat and walk! Yes?"

"'Kay, daddy!"

She simply giggles, not understanding how dire it is for her to make it today. She holds onto her cereal bowl as he grabs her backpack, both of them walking out into the street. Dazai's fast walking and her bowl sloshes a bit as she tries to match his pace and eat at the same time.

She's waddling adorably, and he gets lost in watching her carefully while also literally getting lost finding the school. He stops at the crosswalk, and thinks to himself. She looks up at him with a milk mustache, and her soft melodic voice rings once more like a voice of reason. She points to the right.

"That way! hehe."

Dazai has no time to fact check this, and at this point she's parenting him. You'd pass out of laughter if you could see him right now. They rush towards the school, and when he drops her off at the gate, he gives her a big kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, okay? Now give daddy the cereal bowl. How yum was that?"

She cheers, smiling wide.

"Yum!!!!"

He smirks, and takes the bowl. At least he got that right, that smile alone is worth every late start to his mornings. He waves at her as she enters the school, and forgets he's holding the bowl still, her teacher looking at him like he's deranged. You were so proud to hear that his first time parenting alone went so smooth! What you didn't know was that your little girl did most of the work keeping him on track. Still counts, right?

Another time he was exemplary was when he had just given her a bath and you were supervising to make sure he got her routine down.

"Osamu, that's the conditioner. The shampoo is over there."

You laugh while pointing at the clearly marked bottle. He rolls his eyes, smirking as he continues to rub it in her little swirl of dark hair.

"Oh please, I knew that. This makes it soft! And all detangled... It's a better routine, trust me. This is so much better."

He was totally bullshitting, he had no idea there was more than one hair product ever. This is the same man who used to find showers foreign and eat canned crab for every meal. You simply nodded, seeing right through his facade. But it was all so endearing watching your daughter splash the water on his face and play with rubber duckies, it was a dream come true. It was a dream you knew was more precious to him than anything, so you let him have his fun.

Once bath time is over, he places her on the bed in her diaper and walks out to grab her a change of clothes. Uh oh, he forgot today was laundry day! He walks back into the room a few moments later, thinking of how to pivot without having to bother you when he sees his little angel wrapped head to toe in a full roll of his bandages. His eyes go wide at the sight of the wrapped up toddler, and he laughs nervously as he rushes over while she has the time of her life squealing and rolling around the bed. He pretends to be mad.

"Little love! That's not clothes, silly! That's for daddy only, you have your own."

She simply disregards this, her mind focusing on how hilarious it would be if she just started making bubbles with her saliva instead. Dazai chuckles again, and puts his hands on his hips.

"Oh, such attitude! You know, l'm gonna have to do it... Remember when I told you about daddy's old job? I'm gonna have to get mean againnn..~"

He immediately launches himself onto the bed, tickling her through the thick fabric, and when you rush over you find them both just collapsed on the bed, Dazai counting her fingers and toes in order to distract her enough to unwrap her. Luckily, you had a spare onesie for her to save the day... even if it took the both of you to get her out of her improvised outfit. What a strong willed little one! You hoped this wasn't a special abillity developing...

It's no surprise she's a daddy's girl either, a mini Dazai at her core with your balancing characteristics on the surface. She was a little menace, sticking her tongue out at dogs every time she saw them because Dazai would do the same. He would even go as far as to help her dress like her hero! Of course you both had a stroke when you saw how tightly she wore that bolo tie, but the laugh after was worth the worry... After you scolded both of them... but it proved useless against two of the most experienced charmers you've ever met. You just couldn't win.

You especially could never get used to the sight after a long day of existing in the real world, simply watching her climb up to the couch and playing with Dazai's hair as she nuzzles herself into his shoulder, right in the crook of his neck. It was just as intense for his poor little heart as well. The way she'd yank on a strand while he pretended to be asleep was priceless, or when she'd stick her finger in his nose, causing him to have a sneezing fit soon after. It was almost karmic the way she both adored him and put him in his place, just like you.

"Daddy has brown hair because he drinks chocolate milk."

"Daddy stinks today. Throw him away!"

"Daddy looks like a mummy. Do you like mummies?"

"Who's Kunikida? He yelled at daddy today, it was funny!"

She'd babble on about all kinds of curious nonsense. You'd simply nod and agree. She was never wrong!

But what really got to you was watching her pass out on his head after hours of playtime, and the way Dazai would finally open his eyes with that smug smile of his, scooping her up and carefully taking her to bed. He tucks her in, whispering about all the adventures they'll have tomorrow and the days after. About all the rules they'll break together, and mysteries they'll solve when he takes her to work with him. He doesn't tell bedtime stories per se, but he spends all his time having actual conversations with her until she dozes off because he cannot believe this is a little extension of him and he's just as fascinated with knowing her the way she is with him. With life.

She's full of it, something he wasn't for a long time, and it brings him to tears when he sometimes thinks about it too long in private.

You're both his life and he didn't realize he could still feel regret like he does when he thinks of all the times he spent trying to end his own existence. It's a whole different world, and sure, he also loves to use her as an excuse to continue to slack off at work, and maaaybe he likes to sometimes force Atsushi to turn so she can pet him like the giant cat he is out of both their own entertainment, but dying is no longer the priority. It hasn't been for a long time, and he thinks he's doing an okay job... At being a dad, at being a human, at belonging in this world.

When he finally gets in bed with you, he feels whole. He also feels impish when he turns over and whispers.

"Maybe it's time for another, hm?~"

Oops!

[teyums]

His Secret Admirer (Final Part) - Neteyam x fem na’vi reader

part one | part two | part three |bonus chapter

wc: 8.3k

a/n: ahhh you guys we’ve reached the end of the His Secret Admirer series! So bittersweet :,). Thank you for all the love on the chapters I’ve put out, it means a lot that people enjoy my writing this much. And thank you for 500 followers!! (still can’t believe that).

Here is the well awaited Part 4, the final part. I am sooo beyond happy with how this came out I honestly think it’s my best one, and it’s also the longest out of all of them! I had so much fun writing it i love these two so much it hurts. I hope you guys enjoy reading! 💗

contains: sooo much fluffff with a sprinkle of spice 🤭

The next morning came terribly fast, which was pretty much the opposite of what you had hoped for. You awoke groggy and unsettled, the night hadn’t the courtesy of blessing you with the rest you so badly needed to prepare for what was to come. Today was the day of the well awaited festival, the day you looked forward to all year, and now you were dreading in with every fiber in your body. While you tried to convince yourself you were ready to face Neteyam, you were still utterly terrified at the possibility of potentially facing rejection.

You pulled the light sheet that held warmth to your body over your face, hoping your mother would somehow forget you even existed.  You weren’t even sure you were breathing. Your body tensed when you heard footsteps nearing, shutting your eyes and making a wish for them to disappear. Perhaps it would’ve worked had you not used them all up last night, begging for at least a couple hours of continuous, undisturbed sleep.

The sheets were pulled from over your head, the bright sunlight making an abrupt reappearance and aiding in waking you up completely. “Maaaa!” You groaned, throwing an arm up to cover your eyes. “Leave me, I’m not ready.” Your whining did nothing to deter your mother from her plans.

“Up, child. There is no time like the present.” She sat beside you, grabbing your arm and gently pulling you to sit up next to her.

You sluggishly lifted your body from where you had fallen asleep last night, your shoulders slumping as you looked at her with doubting eyes. “But what if it all goes wrong?”

“No fear, everything will work out the way it is meant to in the end.” She spoke reassuringly, stroking your arm.

Your mother was always so positive all the time, and usually she was correct. You had no idea how she did it, but it’s been proven your mother knows best so you listened. You exhaled, your uncertainty leaving along with your breath and nodding your head in agreement.

“Good, now we must begin. There is no time to waste.” She grinned.

Taking your braids down took what felt like three lifetimes. In na’vi culture when a woman is looking to court a potential mate, her hair must be loose and styled differently than it is everyday. Something about impressing the male you would be promised to. You tugged at the beads that had been woven into your hair for about a month now, wincing whenever it would catch a loose strand in the process. Though the action of unloosing them was both daunting and aggravating, you couldn’t help the way your excitement grew every time you moved onto the next one.

You ran your fingers through your jet black hair, it slightly wavy from the style it had previously been in. It stopped just above your mid back, the sides pulled back and secured with a clasp adorned with beautiful crimson colored feathers. Two strands were left out in the front, the bottoms having two of each of the beads you used for Neteyam’s necklace on them.

Your mother had sewn together a gorgeous outfit for you, the top garment using the same feathers you had in your hair. They were strung together with thin beaded loops, about three small feathers coming down on each side of your chest to maintain your decency. You held it out in front of you, looking towards your mother apprehensively. The top was so tiny, you wondered if it would actually even cover anything.

Thankfully for you, it did. You still felt a bit exposed as this was much more revealing and dainty than something you would normally wear, however you knew it was only because of the occasion, so you obliged. The feathers felt soft against your skin, and you gently toyed with the intricate beading that tickled below your collarbone. You eyed yourself in the slab of glass that served as a mirror, covering your mouth in awe at the sight of yourself.  You hadn’t felt this beautiful in a while and your mom could tell, coming over to give you a tight hug and smiling back at you in the reflection.

“My child, you look stunning. I cannot believe how much you’ve grown.” Her voice was one of intense admiration, backing away and waving her hands as she started to tear up.

“Mama,” You laughed to yourself, bringing a hand up to your cheek as you quickly became embarrased. Your smile was bittersweet, approaching your very emotional mother and taking hold of her shaky hands. “Don’t cry. I’m still your little syulang.”

She sniffed and nodded in immediate agreeance, pulling you into yet another hug that you were sure would cut off your airways this time. Wiping her tears, she reached over to grab the necklace the two of you had made off the table, gently placing it in your open palm and closing it. “Go get him.” She gleamed.

~~~

Neteyam sat on a stool in front of a mirror in his family’s home, head hung in silence and hands clasped together in his lap. He eyed them closely, feigning interest while his thumbs twiddled idly. The tension in the air between him and his mother as she prepared him for the festival could easily be sliced with the knife he kept strapped to his waist. His braids were pulled back, orange feathers weaved into the strands here and there. He had a burning urge to pluck them out, grimacing at the fact that Eyiti would be wearing matching ones.

Neytiri worked on him silently, a word hadn’t been spoken between them since his outburst yesterday, and he felt the guilt eating him alive. His mother always had something to say, even if it were something as simple as correcting him on his grammar. Knowing her to be outspoken, she made sure her opinion was always heard, even if nobody wanted to listen. So the fact that he hadn’t heard her so much as scold him made him worry. Either her feelings were vastly hurt, or she was in deep contemplation about something.

“Your father and I have made a decision.” The sudden appearance of his mother’s voice caused his head to snap up in her direction, his mouth open slightly while he awaited the verdict. He searched her face for any hint towards what she would say next, but lately it’s been hard for him to read her emotions. Saying the two of them had been disconnected recently was putting it lightly.

“And?” He questioned, his voice just above a whisper. For some reason he was afraid that if he asked too eagerly, the answer he received would be opposite of the one he so badly wanted.

“And,” She sighed, placing the tool she had used to help re-braid his hair down on the table. “We have decided to let you choose your own mate.”

His eyes widened the second the words left her lips and his arms trapped her in a tight embrace before she could fully finish what she was saying. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” He repeated, feeling that familiar lump return to his throat. “I’m so sorry for what I said, mother.” His voice split as her hand came down to affectionally caress his head.

“Neteyam,” She peered down at him empathetically, using her hand to turn his face towards her and keeping it on his cheek. “Do not apologize, you were right. We have no right to dictate who you love. I chose for myself, as should you.” She nodded, pulling him away gently so she could finish getting him ready. “All that’s needed from you, is to get through tonight.” Tying his songchord around his bicep, she smiled at him and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. “And after that, I would love to meet the girl my son has fought so hard for.”

~~~

You watched as na’vi gleefully danced into the auburn night, singing out praises to the spirits and celebrating a year that had awarded your clan with yet another bountiful hunting season. There was a big bonfire off to the side where a circle of drunken men sat around, laughing loudly and feasting on the legs of an animal with gluttony. You clasped the necklace in your hands tightly and carefully made your way through the crowd, repeating affirmations in your head to keep yourself from puking. It was simple, really. Find Neteyam, give him the necklace, and tell him you have feelings for him and want to be his life long mate. Boom, happily ever after. Easy, right? Wrong. You kept forgetting that she-devil would probably be attached to him at the hip, making your plan even harder to go through with than it already was.

You shook the image out of your head before it burned itself into your skull, mapping out your breathing to remain calm. “You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.” You mumbled to yourself, peeking your head around in the mass of people until your eyes locked on the man of the hour.

The second you saw him it felt like time came to a full stop. Neteyam looked even more breathtaking than usual, you had thought that would’ve been impossible until this very moment. You honestly had to stop thinking like that, this was the second time he had proven you wrong and it was getting kind of embarrassing seeing as your mouth would hang open in utter shock every time. Colorful beads and feathers embelished his hair and he wore a shoulder piece that made it easy to determine his status when he stood next to the other young men. You stared at him incredulously, almost forgetting what you were supposed to be doing right now.

You wished you could have stayed there forever and it was nice while it lasted, but unfortunately it was time to face reality.

A body that had been blocking your sight of who was next to him moved to the side and Eyiti came into view, her hand clasped onto Neteyam’s forearm as she stood next to him. Her grip so tight you could see the indentations in his arm, it looked like it hurt. You swallowed what felt like an impossible lump to push down, closing your eyes and repeating encouraging words to yourself.

You quickly decided it was not working like it did before.

“I can’t do this.” Your chest heaved, your lungs out of breath without even holding it. You spun around on your heels before he could notice you, prepared to accept defeat and go home.

But the unexpected sounds of blood curdling screams and shrieks caused you to gasp and quickly return to your prior position, the commotion of people frantically running to safety not allowing you to see what was going on. “What? What’s going on?” You grabbed the shoulders of some around you and spoke anxiously, but your attempts were futile. Your ears perked up attentively at the sound of a spine-chilling growl.

Oh no. Not here.

Your feet picked up speed before your mind could register where they were taking you. Ducking through the crowd, you hurriedly ushered the children who hadn’t yet found their mothers together and in the opposite direction of the growling. War cries began to ring out, and you watched as every hunter surrounding the perimeter of the common grounds raised their bows and weapons with haste.

“Wait!” You hopelessly shoved past barriers of your people, your voice not having the ability to project over the warriors shouting above you. You squeezed yourself between panicked bodies and nearly tripped over limbs, your ears letting you know you were getting closer.

Jake and Neytiri had since stood from their chairs that were positioned to look down over the people, and the expressions on their faces let you know that the situation in front of them was far from good.

Directly in front of Neteyam and Eyiti stood a blood thirsty Palulukan, it’s six strong legs aiding in it’s slow and menacing prance towards them. By the looks of its nostrils flaring in agitation, you were sure it would pounce any second. Neteyam, being the fearless warrior he is, instinctively stepped in front of Eyiti and raised his bow, stretching an arrow against the string with one swift motion.

You forced yourself into the center where others had backed up enough to make a large circle. Mothers held onto their children protectively, more terrified than ever. “Neteyam, lower your bow!” Your voice caught his attention almost instantly but his arms stayed raised in position, ready to protect whoever he needed to.

His eyes did not meet yours, instead they stayed targeted on the vicious animal in front of him and he shook his head harshly, not daring to let his attention waver. “Get back [Y/n]. Now.” He ordered.

You shoved the necklace you realized you were still clutching away and into your bag, your hands put out in front of you as you pleaded with him. “Please, you are scaring her. She will pounce.” You responded breathlessly, your eyes flickering between him and the most feared creature on Pandora who was obviously not in the best mood. You were most familiar with her than the others of her species, she was the one you often ran into when venturing through the forest and you could instantly tell by the sound of her growl. You usually had scraps to offer her but it was extremely rare that a Palulukan would come deep into the village, leaving you with nothing to utilize but your own skills.

“She?” You heard Lo’ak’s voice carry over from the top of the hill, referring to the fact that you knew the gender of the savage animal you all heard stories of when you were young. “[Y/n], are you crazy?!” He screeched.

Kiri’s head snapped in his direction and she swatted at his arm. “Lo’ak, hush! You must not distract her.” Whisper yelling at him so only he could hear, he rubbed his arm to soothe the sting and scowled at her.

Tuk peeked out from behind Kiri’s legs, tugging on her fingers to get her attention with a worried look on her face. “Is it gonna hurt her?” Kiri peered down at her younger sister, gently shushing her and shaking her head before returning her attention back to you. Her gaze was one of profound fascination and oddly enough— trusting.

Pre-occupied with trying to stop Neteyam from releasing his arrow in defense, you hadn’t noticed Eyiti slowly backing away from him, the look on her face one of great terror.

The last thing you wanted to do when face to face with an animal threatening to attack, was move.

“Do not!” You shrieked, your warning coming late when the snarling creature started towards her. She screamed in fear, tripping over her own feet and falling flat on her butt. Her eyes flooded with tears and she used her hands to crawl backwards, farther away from the snarling beast. You hate to admit it but there was a tiny part of you that wanted to let this creature sink her teeth into the girl who had made it her life’s mission to terrorize you. The elders, including Neteyam’s parents and hers, stood in attention at the top of the hill at the roots of home tree. Eyiti’s parents called out to her in distress, but they were much too far to assist and moving would only accelerate the attack. They would never make it in time.

You jumped into action, strategically positioning yourself right in the middle of the Palulukan and a defenseless Eyiti. The entire clan gasped, some even cried out prayers and shielded the eyes of their children as they were sure you would die in this very moment. Neteyam was the only one who relaxed somewhat, the string of his bow becoming less taut. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but for some reason, he felt you knew what you were doing.

“Ma Jake!” Neytiri cried out, one hand on her chest and the other grabbing his arm, begging for him to do something. “It will kill her!”

Jake stared down at the scene unfolding in front of him, completely bewildered with his mouth hanging open. “What the hell is she doing? Get out of there!” He yelled.

With your shoulders pulled back confidently, you mirrored the hunting approach of the animal in front of you and glared through your brows, stalking like a Palulukan would before ambushing its prey. You watched it take a step back once you rounded closer in attempt to force more room between it and the blubbering girl behind you, then raising a hand in the air to silence the na’vi who had many distracting comments and opposing opinions against your methods. “Mawey my people, mawey!” You shouted, not taking your eyes off the task in front of you.

Your olo’eyktan watched intently, signaling his approval to the men to lower their weapons like you instructed.

Kiri smiled from ear to ear while watching you, the expression on her face contrasting greatly from everyone else’s. “I knew it.” She whispered to herself, resulting in Lo’ak looking at her like she had lost her Eywa-loving mind.

The giant beast opened its mouth and a loud, menacing roar rumbled deep from its diaphragm. Sharp quills stood tall off its neck while its beard flared out as an intimidation tactic. You stood unfazed, tilting your head with narrowed eyes and loudly hissing in response. Your ears had fallen flat against your hair while you barred your sharp fangs right back with no fear. Neteyam blinked at you in genuine disbelief when the animal’s challenging stance faltered, its legs lowering itself into a submissive position in defeat.

You sighed in relief and rolled your eyes, steadily approaching the beast and gently stroking its head. “What is the matter with you, Yuna? Were you trying to get yourself killed?”

“I-is she… talking to it?” The younger Sully boy questioned, looking back and forth to anyone for an answer. Nobody could respond to him, everyone stood in shock- not able to process what had just happened. “It has a name? Bro, is nobody as lost as I am right now?” He screamed, his hands holding his head as if it were about to explode.

Your eyes dropped down when you noticed one of her legs slightly raised off the ground. You quirked an eyebrow and crouched to get a better look, easily recognizing what had made her come into the village in the first place. There was a thick, sharp chunk of wood lodged between the webbing of her paw. It would have been impossible to remove on her own.

“Oh my… you poor thing. Let me help you.” Your voice was sympathetic as you lowered your head to examine how deep it had gone, deciding it was safe for you to remove it. You used all of your strength to lift the paw that was much bigger than the size of your head with assistance from the creature, gripping the large splinter and finally removing it with a grunt after a few seconds of tugging. The animal roared in pain, and with a whimper its demeanor quelled due to the instant relief, earning an accomplished smile from you. You looked around in search of food, grabbing some teylu out of a bowl from a table off to the side. You tossed the blood stained slab of lumber to the ground once you rose to your feet.

“Make a path.” You ordered, watching the crowd that was huddled around you hurriedly part like the Red Sea.

You waved the worms in front of the creature’s nose, watching her nostrils twitch with interest before you threw them into the direction of the forest. You watched the thanator gallop away, sighing and wiping your hands off onto your legs.

“Ma Jake… Who is that girl? She possesses a fine ability.” The Tsahik stared down at you, her voice seeping with pure awe. She couldn’t even blink. Neytiri had never seen such a display in her entire life. A Palulukan had not been tamed like this since… well, her. Almost two decades past. And even then, that had been an offer of assistance from Eywa to restore balance to the land during the war with the sky people. A genuine taming, such as this, was completely unheard of.

Kiri placed a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “That is the girl Neteyam has been trying to tell you about this entire time, mother.” She smiled. “That girl, is [Y/n].”

“My daughter.” Your mother’s voice clarified as she emerged from the crowd to address Tshaik, effectively catching Neytiri’s attention, but your mother’s eyes remained on you from afar. She had been watching closely, off to the side the entire time. You had explained your hunches with the animals of Pandora to her before, how you felt a deeper connection to them than most did. All of them, even those forbidden to interact with. Though she had never seen it for herself until now, her faith in you never wavered for a second. Her eyes filled with pride seeing her daughter prove herself in a way even better than she had imagined.

Remembering you were in the middle of the circle, you looked up to see everyone gawking at you and cleared your throat before speaking up.

“Um… I’m sorry about her. You all can go back to the party now, everything’s fine. Please, proceed.” You looked around and motioned to the tables that still had candles lit atop them, staring blankly at all the eyes that were glued to your face. You were definitely not used to having this much attention on you, or attention period. It was so quiet you could hear the crackling of the bonfire in the distance. Nobody could believe how casually you were speaking about what you had just done.

“Y-you saved my life… I- Thank you.” Eyiti was a sniffling mess, her body trembling in shock from what could’ve resulted in her death. Her cheeks were stained with tears and for once in her life, her expression matched her words. Oh how it made your heart swell with joy to see her groveling.

Looking down at her, your face twisted as if you had smelled something rotten. “No, I saved my friend’s life. You, however, just happened to get lucky.” You scoffed, making your way out of the circle.

Neteyam’s breaths were heavy as he watched you, glancing up to his father with sanguine eyes, a silent plea to go after you. As soon as Jake hurriedly gave him the okay, he was running off into the crowd. Not even taking a second to help his so called ‘date’ up from the ground that served in humbling her.

He tried his best to keep up with your strides, losing sight of you a few times and apologizing to those he bumped into. He rolled his arm, swiping off the shoulder piece that was preventing him from keeping up with you and letting it drop to the ground. He plucked the feathers out of his hair with zero regard of those watching, wanting to rid of everything that had to do with the girl who kept you two apart.

You managed to make your way out of the sea of people and faded into the forest, ducking under branches and successfully escaping from the sudden influx of attention you gained from your entire village. A relaxed breath left your lips once you were out of sight, trying to take in the fact that you had saved not only one life but two, all while in front of the boy you were preparing to confess to at that. You whipped your head around at the sound of leaves rustling, hearing a voice that never failed to make your heart jump.

“[Y/n], wait!” Neteyam called out for you, his expression softening once you finally stopped. “Jeez, you’re fast.” He breathed out.

You couldn’t help the smile that threatened to appear on your face, dissappointment quickly flooding back in once you remembered the reason the two of you hadn’t been together in the first place. “Yes?”

He searched your eyes for anything that would tell him you were just as stunned as he was, but he was unsuccessful. You stood in front of him, appearing nonchalant despite what had just occurred. “What was that back there?” He asked, reaching forward and taking hold of your arm. “It was like you knew what to do. How?”

You looked down at his hand on your skin, not even being able to think as he was touching you. You swallowed hard, shrugging your shoulders sheepishly as you tried to find an answer. “I-I don’t know. I just… I listened to her. It was like I could hear her- hear her voice.” Your tone grew faint when your eyes met his again, realizing he had never once stopped looking at you, even when you stopped looking at him. You chewed your bottom lip, lowering your head to stare at the ground with a puff of air that was supposed to be a laugh. “You think I’m crazy now, don’t you.” You mumbled.

“No, no! I believe you, I do. I promise.” He shook his head vigorously, dipping his head to catch your faltering gaze once he realized that his wide-eyed, dumbfounded look must’ve given off that impression. “Look, I’m really sorry about yesterday. I did not plan for any of that to happen, with Eyiti. It was my parents doing, I tried to get out of it but I couldn’t…” He sighed, his voice faltering when he spoke of her. He didn’t even want to think about her, let alone bring her up to you.  

He felt you pull away slightly, apprehensive due to you having no idea what was really going on behind the scenes other than what you had witnessed with your own eyes.

“[Y/n],” His eyebrows creased apologetically, his hand coming up to hold your cheek. “Follow me, please. I will explain everything, I just really, really need you to come with me.”

You could never say no to him, even with the residual feelings of betrayal that lingered in the back of your mind. The desperate look worn on his face was enough for you to give in without another thought. A small nod of your head brightened his face up immediately, though you could tell he was trying to let himself not get too excited at the small victory.

He took your hand into his, fingers intertwining and hearts racing. Your cheeks heated red as he pulled you through the forest with a firm grip, no intention of letting you go.

You followed closely behind him, looking back in the direction of the festival when you heard music resume in the distance. You felt a pang of guilt, you didn’t want to be the reason he got in trouble yet again. “Neteyam, you are the chief’s son. Are you sure you can just up and leave like this? They will surely be looking for you-”

The two of you broke out from the trees and onto a stretched path, your breath catching in your throat when you were suddenly pulled into his chest. If you had inched just a smidge closer, your noses would have been touching. You blinked sporadically, probably to keep yourself from fainting.

“I do not care what anyone thinks. Now is not about them, it’s about you.” The words flowed from his mouth smooth like silk, and with the way his amber eyes eyes were mending into yours you truly felt as if nothing else mattered to him. “Yesterday, you said you wanted to go on another Ikran ride with me, no?” You had no idea how he was able to maintain eye contact so easily, your legs felt like they were about to snap at any moment and you thanked Eywa you had his arms to hold onto.

“Yes…” You would have looked away by now, but his eyes were inviting you in. There was such a different look to them, like he was seeing into you. The sound he made to call for his banshee brought you back to reality. “O-oh, right now?” You gulped, seeing his Ikran land at the end of the trail.

“Yes, now.” He laughed at your stuttering, gently pulling your hand and leading you over. He glanced at you while he prepped the saddle, a playful smirk playing on his lips as you eyed the animal, the apprehensiveness you held for years trying to re-introduce itself. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re scared. This isn’t your first time.” He hopped onto its back, extending a hand out to you.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes narrowed, pretending to look offended at his teasing. “You wish.” You took his hand and grinned, allowing him to pull you up behind him. You settled into the saddle, breathing out before loosely snaking your arms around him like you remembered.

“Come on love, I don’t bite.” He chuckled, taking your arms and tightening them around him. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.” You blushed, a small shiver striking through your body when he grasped your hands and placed them over his chest just like he had done the first time.

“Shut up.” Had he not been able to hear the grin overshadowing your words he probably would have thought you were being serious.

“Ready?” He looked over his shoulder, face beaming.

Before you could even respond, a chirp to his Ikran sent it plunging into the sky at full speed. A scream left your mouth, but unlike last time, this one was oozing with exhilaration. Your grip on him tightened and you pressed your cheek against his warm back, a laugh producing from him at your thrilled squeals every time he took an unexpected dip or a turn.

Your eyes were so focused on the gorgeous display below you that when you began to ascend higher and higher into the sky, the landscape seemingly shrinking caused you to look up at his focused expression. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

After a few more minutes of flying passed, your set destination came into view. The hallelujah mountains approaching made you gasp in amazement, you had never once gotten to see them up-close due to your now squashed fear of flying. He felt your heartbeat quicken against his back, the sensation of his hand reaching back to rub your thigh instantly drawing your attention away from the scenic landscape in front of you.

The banshee came to a gradual landing on one of the larger floating platforms, its heavy wing beats slowing once its feet made contact with the ground.

Your gaze immediately locked on the faint flickering of candles in the distance, having trouble pulling your attention away from them as he dismounted. “Neteyam… What is that?” Your voice was calm and directed towards him- but your eyes remained in front of you, worried that if you expressed too much interest, whatever it was that he had set up would disappear.

“Just, come on.” He smiled diffidently and pinched the back of his neck, ignoring your question and holding his hand out to you once again.

You hurriedly grasped it and hopped off the saddle, using his arm to stabilize your landing. You could tell he was a bit nervous but you hadn’t known the exact reason why. He leisurely lead you along and you turned your head towards him, the smile on his face making your own appear as a blanket laid over the grass with a few small, lit candles became visible. You held his hand with both of yours now and squeezed gently, marveling at the set up still ahead. You couldn’t contain your excitement and skipped off without him, lowering to your knees on the soft fabric at your feet.

You brought a hand over your mouth to stifle what would’ve been your one hundredth gasp of the day, taking a glimpse around and seeing a spread of your favorite fruits and snacks positioned off to the side. “Neteyam,” You lifted your head to see he had caught up with you now, grabbing his hand and lightly pulling on it to urge him to sit down with you. “You did this for me?” The spread along with the pillowy, bioluminescent foliage around you were all very enticing, but you couldn’t look at anything else but him.

He sat beside you, blushing and nodding his head while eyeing everything like it was his first time seeing it. “Yeah. Well, I may have asked Kiri for some help cutting the fruits. And Lo’ak assisted me in bringing everything up here…” He trailed off once he saw your sudden unamused expression, most likely due to the fact that he always struggles to take credit for the sweet things he does. He cleared his throat, rephrasing his answer. “Yes, I did it for you.” He grinned.

Your hands came up to cup his flushed face, yellow orbs overflowing with adoration for the man in front of you. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever thought to do for me, I-“ Your sentence came to a halt and your hands slowly retracted from his face upon remembering something that still hadn’t been addressed.

He noticed your demeanor change, bringing his hands up to stop yours from falling completely. “I talked to my parents,” Somehow he was able to answer the question that was lingering in your mind, without you even having to say it out loud. “They’re letting me choose now. I can choose my mate.” He repeated, making sure you didn’t miss a single word he was saying.

“That’s good.” You smiled at him sadly, not being able to help your gaze falling to the side to avoid looking at him.

He rolled his eyes at you in a joking manner, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up at him. “And I choose you, sxkawng.”

“You can’t,” You shook your head, feeling betrayed by your own mouth at the words it picked as a response. “I am not a healer, Neteyam. Or a hunter. I don’t have what it takes to be Tsahik. I can’t-“

“No,” He cut you off before you could finish, like the words angered him to even listen to. “You don’t need to be anything other than yourself, [Y/n]. Do you not remember how you single-handedly managed to save our village tonight? You have proved yourself plenty, trust me.” He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. “You are so much more than special, and you always have been. Especially to me.” His tone comforting and leaking with affection, he used his other hand to caress your cheek while he reassured you.

“Neteyam….” You melted into his touch and leaned against his hand, feeling all the uncertainty you held for yourself slip away.

He went to tuck one of your front strands behind your ear to get a better look at your face, then he paused. Watching his expression change, his eyebrows furrowed as he peered at what was woven in on the ends. “These beads,” He stared intently, deep in thought while he rolled one between his index finger and his thumb to try and spark a memory. “I feel like I have seen them before.”

Your mind instantly flashed back to when you had pushed through the circle to stop the Palulukan, remembering that you were still holding the necklace when you came into his line of sight. “Oh!” You quickly reached behind you to grab your small pouch, lifting the strap over and off your shoudlers then opening it and sifting through the contents. He watched curiously, his eyes illuminating when you revealed a necklace made of the same beads that were in your hair.

His mouth opened but you were already explaining before he could ask. “I-it’s for you. I was gonna give it to you, at the festival. But then I saw you with her and everything started happening so I-“

He delicately took it into his hands, tilting his head to the side to get a better look. His head was dropped down as he studied it and silence that weighed in the air began to worry you.

“You don’t like it?” Your voice was quiet and your sweating palms indicated how nervous you truly were.

His strong arms suddenly pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly. You were shocked at his unforeseen actions but ultimately had zero complaints. “I love it.” He whispered, pulling away to look at you with one of the most genuine smiles you’ve ever seen on his face. “You made this for me?” He sounded like he couldn’t believe it.

You quickly nodded, still trying to gather your thoughts. “Well, it was my idea, but I was on a time crunch so my mom-“ You stopped yourself, seeing the same kind of look on his face you had given him earlier when he went off on a tangent to discredit his efforts. The both of you were thrown into a fit of laughter at the moment of deja-vu. “Yes, I made it for you.”

You took the necklace back into your hands, motioning it towards him as a silent offer to help him put it on. He obliged, using a hand to hold his braids up and out of the way.

You licked your bottom lip and sat up on your knees, realizing now that you had accidentally volunteered yourself to get closer to him. You moved your body in his direction, not missing the way his eyes tracked every movement you conducted. You brought your hands apart and circled them around his neck, trying your hardest not to think about the way his breath was fanning against your shoulder, his lips lightly grazing it. You felt his gaze boring into your face, the pace of your heart increasing as you fiddled with the clasp before fastening it.

“There, all done.” You mumbled, allowing your hands to trail against the skin from the back of his neck down to the front of his chest. As you pulled away it was impossible to hide from his stare, your eyes connecting with his. The both of you sat there for a beat, simply looking into each other’s eyes until he decided to make the first move. He leaned forward, stopping inches from your face. Your breath shuddered, his eyes falling from yours, to your lips, then back up again.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathed out, his fingers brushed against your sides, eager to hold you but wanting to wait until he had your permission.

God, you thought he’d never ask.

He took you falling in to close the remaining space between your lips as a prompt yes. Your eyes fluttered to a close the moment your lips met, your arms ribboning around his neck to bring him closer. His hands followed suit and grappled onto your waist, his right arm hooking around your back to pull you up and into his lap as the kiss deepened almost instantly.

You broke for air after a few seconds, raking your hands into his braids when he quickly became too impatient to wait for you to catch your breath. You held his head whilst he placed featherweight kisses along your jaw, mindlessly craning your head to the side to grant him further admittance to your sensitive skin.

You nuzzled your cheek against the top of his braids, not being able to stop yourself from inhaling deeply to take in his scent. You felt his lips latch and suck on the skin of your collarbone, gasping at the feeling and knowing it would for sure leave a mark. Biting your lip to contain your voice, you drew your body away from his.

His head snapped up to look at you, fearful that he had done something you didn’t like or made you uncomfortable in any way.

His worries were extinguished once taking in the wanting look on your face, eyeing carefully when you reached back to grab your long braid and pull it forward. He followed suit, eagerly bringing his own to present it to you. The ends of your queues unveiled from the hair that protected them once in close proximity with each other.

“[Y/n], we will be mated for life if we do this.” He started, not wanting to rush you into a decision just in case this wasn’t truly what you wanted.

You placed a reassuring kiss on his lips, pressing your forehead against his once you pulled away. “I promise, Nete’. I want this.”

The two of you brought your hands closer, your queues grasping onto each other and intertwining to make Tsaheylu. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes closed, your body trying to adjust to the new feeling that had been gifted to you. It was as if you could now feel everything he was feeling, think everything he was thinking. You felt the immense love he held for you all these years coarse through your veins. He had already told you this, but feeling it was something completely new, a foreign sensation you didn’t know you could crave this badly until now. Neteyam’s head hung below you, and based on the short, uneven breaths that could be heard from him paired with his chest rising and falling— you knew he felt it too.

He finally raised his head to look at you, his hands tenderly rubbing up and down the sides of your body. You allowed your back to be pressed against the soft blanket beneath you as he switched the position the two of you were in, meeting your lips again. His lips chased yours every time he felt you pull away, and with each kiss his lips transferred the burning desire he had onto you. Your mouth parted instinctively when his warm tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you gladly allowed it in, hands fervently grasping onto each other in attempt to be closer than you already were. You smoothed over his chiseled back, fidgeting under him slightly at the heat you felt starting to grow deep in your core while his wandering hands served as further ammunition.

You had no idea where he learned how to do all this but you were so far from a complaint that you wouldn’t even be able to hear if it yelled your name. The two of you kissed like it would be your last, lips melded together to confirm it had been a mistake that they were apart all these years.

“‘Teyam…” You softly moaned against his lips, his ears flicking in delight at the way you called his name. You trailed a hand down his torso, fingers rolling over his abs and feeling them tense at your touch. You rapidly felt yourself growing impatient, your back arching off the ground and your heaving chest coming in contact with his.

His large hand squeezed the plush area where your thigh met your hip, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist securely then dragging his hand back up to continue loving on your heated, dark blue skin. A finger finally slipped under the string of your loincloth and with one swift motion it could be lost and forgotten for the night. His heart was beating against his chest so hard he swore you could hear it. He didn’t bother to open his eyes, but simply hovered his lips over yours with enough room for you to speak.

“Do you want me to stop?” His tone was gruff and deep, tail swishing in delight as he could already feel what the answer was against his leg.

“Please don’t.” You panted out whatever would use up the least time, not wanting his lips to leave yours for more than a second and using your hand at the back of his neck to pull him right back down into you.

~~~

You were glad tonight would be a warm one, seeing as the two of you wouldn’t be moving from this spot anytime soon. Where in the world he had tossed your garments was a problem to be saved for the morning.

Even if you actually wanted to move, you couldn’t. Neteyam’s arms were wrapped so tightly around you, as if you would slip right through his fingers if he let up in the slightest. Not to mention that you were sure the minute you’d try to stand up, the stability of your legs would automatically succeed in embarrassing you.

You couldn’t exactly see just how marked up the skin surrounding your neck and chest looked, but brief flashbacks of him nipping at where he’d noticed other men ogling at before pretty much told you that you were in for a treat. Your mother would probably faint if she saw you like this, so you’d make sure to stop and get some yahlnabark in the morning to tend to the bruising before home.

Neither you or Neteyam had taken it upon yourselves to break Tsaheylu, wanting to relish in the unfamiliar feeling of comfort it brought. Enjoying your hearts beating as one, you cuddled closer to him while your queues lay connected between your exhausted bodies.

You spent your time afterwards threading your fingers through his hair and against his scalp, appreciating every part of him. The both of you took turns feeding the other pieces of fruit, easily resembling a cliche married couple on their honeymoon and giggling at yourselves for it, completely lovestruck.

“You are so beautiful… Did I tell you that already?” He twirled the strands of your hair along his fingers, his elbow propping him up and his eyes utterly mesmerized as they trailed from your head to your toes over and over again. He had said it so many times already that you were starting to forget your own name.

You cheesed, nodding your head while he continued to delve into how gorgeous you looked for the umpteenth time regardless of your answer.

The twinkling stars in the sky above begged for your attention, but all your eyes could focus on was him. The way his face lit up when he spoke of something that excited him, the sound of his voice when he laughed at his own corny jokes. You could listen to him go on and on for hours. You lived for it all and didn’t want to miss any of it.

“I won’t disappear, you know,” He chuckled at your melancholy expression, planting a prolonged kiss on your cheek that made your heart skip a beat. “Not this time.” He assured, lifting the back of your hand to kiss your knuckles.

This was definitely something to get used to. Him displaying his love for you so openly as well as literally being able to tell what was on your mind.

“I know that, but I can’t take any chances. I miss you already and you’re right here in front of me.” You pouted, not being able to stop it from transforming into a sheepish smile.

After a while of laying together he started to doze off, his slowed breathing indicating as such. He had tried to keep himself awake for as long as he could, going to sit back up every time he felt his eyes begin to close and swearing that he wasn’t tired. You had to hammer it into his head that you would remain next to him; that if he fell asleep you would still be here in his arms when he woke up. He eventually fell asleep with his head on your chest, his arms maintaining a concrete hold on your body to make sure you would keep your promise. With his tail loosely wrapped around your thigh, indistinct, quiescent snores could be heard from who you had come to love so deeply over the years.

You wished he had been awake so you could poke fun at his possessive behavior. Every time you moved so much as an inch from him, just to see what he would do, he stirred from his slumber and pulled you back flush against him with a muffled, exhausted grunt in protest. The sensation of your heated skin pressed close to his was enough for him to let his guard down and rest without worry, even if it were just for tonight. He knew he still had hardships to face, but the fact that you would be there by his side through it all helped erase all feelings concern. The man who spent his entire life protecting everyone could now bask in the same treatment. One night with you was all that was needed to heal all of his wounds. The confirmation that he now had you as his mate for the rest of his life, and in the next, aided in keeping him sound asleep.

Though it was most likely the influx of newfangled emotions washing over you, you couldn’t help but grow emotional while watching him sleep so soundly. In all your years of knowing Neteyam, you had never seen him more at peace than he was with you in this very moment. The space between his eyebrows held no weight, his shoulders no tension. His body and mind were completely relaxed for the first time in forever.

Trailing your fingers over the necklace you had made him, you chewed your lip to stop your grin from enveloping you as you remembered the way he had peppered your face with endless kisses just a bit ago, thanking you over and over again for such a thoughtful and sincere gift. He swore the only way he would take it off is if it broke, and even then he would come to you and have you fix it.

You listened to the distant sounds of the forest tucking itself in for the night, insects humming, the leaves on the trees gently swishing when the occasional breeze would pass. If someone had told you just two weeks ago that you and Neteyam would be mated for life, you would have laughed in their face. You couldn’t believe you had gone from being his secret admirer to the love of his life right before your eyes.

You vowed to always support him and love him unconditionally. You would never again allow him to feel less than he was- a beautiful, strong, humble man deserving of all the love he craved and more. You gazed down at him as you felt sleep creeping up on you, brushing the loose hairs from his forehead and seeing the corners of his mouth unconsciously turn up into a subtle smile.

“I see you, Ma Neteyam.” You whispered, eyes softly flittering to a close.

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Can You Keep A Little Secret? 2

Dreamworks films have no right having such good soundtracks. The whole time I wrote this I listened to this and this. The second one isn't a Dreamworks song, but Scary Bitches is such a good band and I want more people to know about them tbh. The first song also is not about me, as I am neither big nor chunky, but hey, who doesn't love someone who is big and chunky? I'm sure everyone can relate to that song as either the person singing or the person being sung to. Dividers made by @/cafekitsune.

Similarly to the last part, this fic is aimed at sort of anyone, but the reader's physical body has afab features. It's not really mentioned in this chapter, but it will come into serious play later.

TW for: lots of confusion, semi-shy reader, MORE creep behavior, a lot of introspection in this chapter, one (1) weird middle-aged man, reincarnation. These warnings will get worse, and this takes place when all characters are 18+.

Part 1 here!

Monday comes with the regular stress. You slept like a newborn and your new mom came over to congratulate you. She’s sweet, but her excitement was not contagious. If anything, it just stressed you out more. At least she made dinner when she came over. Always excellent when you don’t have to do that on your own. 

On Sunday, you make a night of getting ready for your doom tomorrow. Your agent sent you an email on Friday, including the shot location. 

Monday morning, you call up your new father, who apparently wakes up every morning at four to relax before he has to be productive, and he sends over Devin and a car to take you to the set. Devin, as it turns out, is an elderly man with cataracts and your father’s trusted chauffeur. You aren’t convinced as he takes turns way too hard, your cupcake-shaped backpack sliding on the back seat. When he drops you off, he hands you a hard candy and wishes you a good day before he takes off speeding. The candy looks like it’s older than you. You slip it in your pocket.

You imagine you’re lucky, since when you walk up to the tents, you don’t see Epel. You’re not ready for the rollercoaster of emotions he inspires in you. Instead is a group of three people around your age- college kids- and a grouchy-looking middle-aged man. You take a nervous seat on one of the nearby stools.

You were certain you’d been silent, but as soon as you’re settled, the whole groups’ heads snap to stare at you. A woman with ocean-green hair walks over and holds out her hand.

“My name isn’t important right now, ohmygod it’s so nice to meet you!” She squeals, shaking the everloving fuck out of your arm, “Oh, who am I kidding? My name is Belle!”

“Uh… nice to meet you, Belle?” You say, smiling awkwardly.

“Ahhh! You’re not mean at all! Those tabloids don’t know what they’re talking about. Who believes that greasy, gossipy shlock anyway, huh?” She talks a mile a minute.

Another woman with dark hair walks over, smiling somewhat awkwardly, “Belle, you’re scaring the poor thing. I’m Argon. Yes, like the gas. No, I don’t have IBS.”

You’re not sure why she decided to clarify that, but it’s not your problem. The third person and the middle-aged man stroll over. 

“I’m Starlo. You’ll be in these meaty paws today.” The middle aged man says. It’s not a pleasant introduction, and if anything, it makes you want to turn tail and run.

You nod along regardless, and the other man jabs out his hand, “Pepper.”

“It’s nice to meet all of you.” You say politely.

Belle drags you out of the stool and towards a trailer, the only one on the lot. She shoves you in and you feel the want to leave grow stronger.

She’s so bubbly. She talks fast and she talks with her hands, “This is you and Epel’s dressing room! I know it’s not ideal, so that’s why it’s got a divider. He’s a gentleman anyway, so it doesn’t matter, I’m sure. Starlo will be in shortly to do some makeup tests, and then once Epel gets here, we’ll go over the script and the visions we have, and then that’s all for today. I’m so excited to work with you guys. Oh! That’s right! We were gonna go to that traditional Scalding Sands place after we’re done here. I don’t have your contacts, but if you wanted to come along, that would be amazing. You seem so sweet.”

You’re legitimately unsure how to respond to any of that. She also seems very sweet, and you really don’t want to get stuck in a coffee shop with Epel afterwards. Unfortunately, as she was speaking, the devil himself showed up. You didn’t notice him at first, but you felt your skin crawl when he did. He's got his silky lavender hair pulled off of his shoulders in a little tail at the nape of his neck. You open your mouth to say that you’d love to get shawarma with this motley crew, but he beats you to it.

His pretty blue eyes never leave yours, “Oh, you’re just a peach for offering, but we’ve already got plans.”

Belle spins around to face him, screams, and swoons. You manage to stumble forward and catch her, and Epel’s smile drops as he slinks across the room, spins one of the crappy foldable chairs around, and plops himself into it, elegantly resting his ankle on his knee. For all of two minutes, he just stares at you as you lay Belle down, stuffing some fabrics under her feet, and fanning her face. 

When Belle comes to, his smile is back. She jumps to her feet and begins fawning over him, shaking his hand just as excitedly.

“Hi! I’m Belle! Oh, my god, you’re even prettier in person, and ooh, you smell so nice too.”

Epel laughs, but it doesn’t hit your ears right. Belle eats it up and you glance at the door. She’s got him distracted. It would be so easy just to leave, to feign an illness and walk to the nearest cornerstore so you could call a taxi or a rideshare.

You’re not lucky, though, as Starlo strolls in just as you’re about to go for the door, “Belle, what the hell are you doing? Argon and Pepper are waiting for you.”

She literally squeaks like a mouse and waves a quick goodbye. Starlo grabs you by the arm and deposits you in the other foldable metal chair, clearing his throat repeatedly as he pulls over a stool and drags out an industrial size makeup kit. 

The first makeup that he swatches both tingles and is way too light a color for your skin tone. You blink rapidly, unsure if you should say anything.

“You gonna get the same thing you always do?” Epel asks.

“What?” You turn your head to look at him.

He’s wearing a patient expression, but like always, it feels artificial. “From that bagel place.”

“Uh… I-I’m sorry?”

“I know you didn’t forget. I’m taking you to brunch after all this.”

“Uh… haha, yeah.” You don’t know what you always get from the bagel place.

Starlo daubs something else on your arm. It’s cold, but it looks really pretty on your skin.

The “you” that everyone has been expecting sounds like an outspoken, opinionated person who was consistently late or absent from various responsibilities, and if your new mom is anything to go by, neglecting their own health. You almost wish you had a bit more to go off so you could start acting like this you, but you’re not too keen on speaking your mind with people you don’t know. Your entire life has been hit with a cosmic “reset from most recent save” button, and if you dare to mention it to anyone, you’re in for a whole new set of problems.

Whatever Starlo just put on your arm burns. You yelp and jerk away, and he grabs your wrist. You think it’s instinctive, but his grip is nothing to sneeze at.

“What’s the matter?” Starlo asks.

“I- You’re crushing my wrist.” You mumble, “And I don’t know what that last one was, but it burned.”

“It burned?” He pulls out a bottle of the wrong shade of foundation and looks at it, “Huh. No wonder. Damn thing is expired.”

“Why are you even using that one?” Epel asks. Although his tone sounds innocent, the question is outright confrontational, “It’s way too dark.”

“Are you the makeup artist here, son?” Starlo shoots back.

“I usually do my own makeup. I know it’s not the same, but anyone with eyes can see that you’re going about your business the wrong way.”

You keep your lips sealed. What are you even supposed to say here? Other than that last product, he’s been fine. His hand on your wrist feels crushingly uncomfortable, of course, but he’s not doing any of this on purpose. You skimmed the script, but you’re not really sure what the story is about. It’s all of your jobs to try to make it come together, and if that means that you’re going to be wearing a foundation two shades too dark for you, then perhaps that’s what art is. As you were thinking, Starlo let go of your wrist in favor of getting in Epel’s face. 

“-no two-bit, fucking stuck up little prick like you is gonna tell me how to do my damn job. You understand?”

Epel is smiling sweetly even as the older man’s spittle is spraying him in the face. He stands up, and Starlo steps back, as though expecting Epel to start swinging. Instead, he walks over to you, grabs your hand ever so delicately. The contact makes your skin crawl as he yanks you to your feet.

“You should apologize before the two of us walk off set right now.” He said, still smiling.

You can’t just walk off set. You don’t think you can, at least. Your agent was so excited for the positive PR this would create, and this is genuinely not a big deal, “Wait-”

Starlo’s eyes narrow, and it hits you that maybe he sees what you see when you look at Epel. A two-faced creature masquerading as a man. You’ve seen one of his sides clearly, but you’re certain you haven’t seen all of the other one, even when he called you on Thursday. It’s like seeing someone standing at the end of a hallway with their back to you: the sight is enough to give you chills, but you aren’t able to see the knife that the person is holding in front of them. That sort of thing. You’re aware of the danger, but can’t comprehend the depth of it.

Despite all, Starlo acquiesces, showing his palms and shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m sorry. Doctor says I gotta work on my temper.”

“You do.” Epel responds flatly, releasing your hand and reclaiming his seat.

The rest of the test is short. Starlo is pretty competent, and he makes it quick and sweet.

That seems to be the theme for the rest of the day. Starlo remains in the trailer to dispose of a few expired things and note down what you had reactions to, while you and Epel meet up with Belle, Argon, and Pepper to talk about the short film.

It’s going to be a story of lovers, unfortunately, but you get to play the part of the dead one. The story goes that your and Epel’s characters came out here to camp, but you froze to death in the night. Epel returns to the campsite every year in your memory, and you return from the land of the dead in his. On the night shown in the film, you finally bump into each other, and through the emotional reunion, you spend one final night camping together.

Epel smiles and nods along with what the three film students say, all too eager to whisk you away as soon as the first shooting date is scheduled and you have an extra copy of the script in your sweaty hands. 

He drags you towards a very cute little compact car in candy apple red and opens the door for you. You don’t want to get in, but you also don’t want to call Devin. You take a seat and he closes the door. As you’re buckling up, he gets in the driver and starts the car, just sitting there for a second before he buckles and backs out of the lot, his arm on the back of your seat.

You look out the window and Epel grunts, his voice no longer sweet and charming and fake, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

You turn your head sharply, “What?”

He sighs, drumming his fingers on the wheel as he blinks. You wonder if he’ll leave it at that until later, and then he says, “You’ve been acting real weird. You been talking to someone?”

“What are you talking about?”

He narrows his eyes in a glance at you, and then he swerves the car in a wrong turn. “I think you know. People don’t change overnight. Where were you that week no one could get ahold of you?”

“I was… in my apartment?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. You’re in the city by now, the sun reflecting off of the skyscrapers’ windows in an aggressive manner, “And over the course of that week you decided you didn’t like being a bitch no more?”

“I don’t-”

“Every time I saw you, for years, it was the same thing.” He turns again, going in a circle around the block, “Same shit. Every day. Making fun of my upbringing, like I didn’t know you barely had one, calling me everything out of my name, and now suddenly you’re…”

His voice trails off. You contemplate throwing the door on your side open and jumping out of the car. You absolutely do not need this. You’re already stressed out.

“Well… suppose I shouldn’t complain. I do like you better this way.” He mutters. “But way back when, when you pulled shit like this, it was because you were plotting something. That your game now? You-”

“I… I’m sorry for being so mean to you in the past.” You’re not apologizing for anything you did, but you’re grasping aimlessly trying to de-escalate this one-sided conversation. He’s driving. If you don’t do something, he could decide to swerve off the road and kill you both, “There was no reason for it.”

He’s silent for a moment, and then he says, “That… means a lot. I already forgave you. Told myself I wouldn’t quit trying to be friends. Guess it paid off, huh? I’m sorry for getting angry when we talked, Thursday before last.”

You don’t like that at all. It sort of feels like he’s not saying everything, like you should know what he’s talking about. You don’t. You weren’t living in this body Thursday before last. You nod and look out the window, “Uh… I appreciate it.”

You don’t actually care, but you’re a good actor. You’ve already decided that you’re going to just go along with Epel’s brunch and then you’re going to pretend he doesn’t exist outside of work. Frankly you’re unsure why the person who used to live in this body had his number or interacted with him for years, evidently.

Epel parks and you have a minor crisis as you try to figure out what you typically get from this bagel shop. It doesn’t matter anyway, since he orders you a large caramel iced coffee and a blueberry bagel with cream cheese. That’s such a basic order, but it’s simple enough to be good. You sit quietly and eat, not interested in making conversation.

Epel clears his throat. He’s quiet, but he’s talking in that schooled version of his voice again, “You ever hear back from that breeder?”

“Uh… the what?” You narrow your eyes.

Epel is leaning on his hand, a sweet little smile on his lips as he looks at you. Seven, you want him to look away, “The sphynx cats. You said you sent them an email a while ago during that meeting we had with Mirelle after our big public argument.”

“Oh. I haven’t checked.” You didn’t know you should have. You take a sip of the iced coffee and look out the window.

Epel hums and a stranger walks over, grinning, “Oh my goodness! It’s actually you! Can I have your autograph, Mr. Felmier?”

“Oh, just Epel is fine. Sure!” He’s all smiles as he interacts with the fan, but as soon as they’re gone, his face falls and he nudges your hand, “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

“O-oh, no, that’s alright-”

“You want to make another big scene?”

You force a smile and grab your iced coffee, following after Epel. He nudges your hand with his own, but you pull your hand away, covering it up with adjusting your clothes and holding your nearly empty coffee cup with both hands. Your hands are slick with more than just condensation.

You’re all too aware of your surroundings, especially the way that he somehow knows the key code to the door of your apartment building to get you in without a fob. You pause in the lobby.

“Thanks so much for walking me back, Epel. See you tomorrow.” You smile and turn to walk towards the stairs.

Epel grabs the back of your shirt and tugs you back a bit. You stumble against him and he frowns at you.

His expression should tug at your heartstrings, and yet… “You’re not gonna invite me up?”

This poses a dilemma. There are a few people watching this interaction. You can’t afford to make any type of scene, but you absolutely do not want to be alone with him. While you don’t know him well, your body does. Something also tells you that he’s a bit of a danger to be around in general. Call it a gut instinct.

“Uh… Well, maybe you could walk me to my door?” You have no intention of letting him in your apartment.

His eyes narrow ever so slightly, but he smiles regardless, and loops his hand through your sweaty one, strolling confidently towards the stairs.

About as soon as he lets go of your hand to ascend the stairs, you bolt up the stairs, your palms slapping against the dirty concrete to keep you from bashing your face. You’re glad you didn’t wear pumps today as you get to the third floor, careening down the hallway and fumbling your keys as you shakily unlock the door. You lock it behind you, slumping to the floor.

Tomorrow is gonna suck absolute ass for you.

[omgsuperstarg]

Market Day- Toto Wolff x Black! Caribbean Reader

Author's Note: This one shot is based on another function of Caribbean Life. Going to the Market or Farmer's Market to get fresh food for the household is a normal occurrence and Toto decides to tag along with you and assist.

Saturday mornings are usually a staple of your household. That's the day when you head down to the local farmer's market and pick up the much-needed fruits, produce (ground provisions), & seasoning herbs for the meats and fish. Today, you wake at the crack of dawn to get ready. Toto was fast asleep during the summer shutdown taking the much-needed rest from flying for weeks at a time. This is usually a solo trip, so going out and returning in record times is an art form for you.

All that you needed was in your car, you proceed to leave a note so that he knew your whereabouts and with that, you're off for another fruitful Saturday morning.

Mini time skip..........

You're already halfway through your list when your phone begins ringing.

Hello

"Good Morning darling, I see you've left me all alone", your love speaks playfully.

"Morning to you as well Toto. I decided to let you sleep in because GOD KNOWS you need it and market trips have always been a solo task for me. Plus, I'm getting all the ingredients for SOUP SATURDAY!!", you state matter of factly.

"So where are you?", you inquire.

Turn around.

What!?!?", your voice

In doing what's instructed, you observe your boyfriend in some dry-fit shorts, a t-shirt with silver arrow logos, and some aviator shades with sneakers completing his relaxed outfit. Knowing Toto he always wore the love for his team on his sleeve in both figurative and literal senses. He jogs up to you with a bright smile on his face, one that you've come to love in your three years together.

"Im surprised to see you here, I thought you would be sleeping in since Saturdays' are usually my day", you profess as you hand him one of your market bags.

"Well, I couldn't let my darling do her shopping unaccompanied. Not only that it's a perfect way to catch up and spoil yourself with the florals you admire soo much", the statuesque man states with his accented speech seeping into your bones.

"Well, there's still a few more things that need to be purchased and since I already have meat seasoned for cooking, I say when we arrive home I can make us some soup. Judging the clouds it's going to be a heavy rain shower." you speak observing the bleak sky.

"Ahhh yes, soup is always comforting on a rainy day," he says smiling.

A fruitful trip was completed, you both were now home and cutting up vegetables for a hearty lunch. Dancehall and Soca music is blasting throughout the kitchen which is typical of a Saturday Morning. Toto observes you dancing along to the music and even finds himself nodding along to its infectious beat.

"So its always this noisy when you're back home?", he inquires as he sits near the granite countertop.

"Yes, this is a pretty normal vibe for a Caribbean household. Sometimes I would do my Saturday chores on a Friday so I wouldn't have to and the second Saturday or whenever the funds arrive would be market day. After coming home, I would assist my grandma in making soup, my favorite is Chicken foot and I would add ramen noodles to it as well. Early afternoon we would either bake homemade bread or coconut bake'', you profess wistfully as you think of your island home.

"I think that's quite sweet and I'm glad that you're able to share this part of your life with me,'' he confessed.

"I hope I can drag your butt for Trinidad & Tobago Carnival, get some seasoning in you as well as a little more colour, the fangirls I know would appreciate it, me being a major one," you say as you shut the stove off and begin to distribute the food.

The rain finally came down as you both began to eat, the warmness of the soup filling your soul, and the man sharing his love making you feel even more cozy.

[mikasadirtyscarf]

A/n: Welcome! If you're reading this, tysm. I first want to clarify that this chapter is when both y/n and Neytiri are both 13 years old and will get older as the chapter's progress. I would love to hear everybody's feedback on the story, and hopefully, you guys will come along this journey with me. Anyway though enjoy!

There are two types of people in life.

The ones that wait for something to happen.

“Inhale”

Or the ones who fight for what they want to happen.

“Exhale”

It's your choice to pick.

So, what will it be?

Letting go of your arrow to see that you killed a fish. Carefully getting into the water to not disturbed any fish, you still manage to splash yourself a couple of times. Picking up the fish and walking back to the small patch of grass, you throw the dead fish in the net your parents gave you to bring back.

“One down, nine to go.” You articulated.

Killing the last fish and throwing it into the net. You tie up the net and toss it behind your back, walking to go find your parents in the forest.

•••

“I'M BACK, MOM!” Dropping the net, your mom looks at the fish then turns back to the food she was cutting.

“Stop yelling ___ before I throw this knife at you” the older Na'vi said.

Huffing at your mom's remarks, you lay down on the ground and start staring at the sky for it only to be cut short.

“When will food be ready?”

“In a little while, just have patience”

You know your mom. When she says in a little while, the “little while” turns seconds into minutes and minutes into hours. Sitting in silence for a little while, you get up and tell your mom you'll be back. Wandering off into the forest.

•••

After searching for a spot to stay at for the meaning which felt like forever, you stumbled across a spot. A section of grass covered by a shadow from a tree with a small pond.

Laying down feeling the soft grass touch your back, you start to get comfortable. The noises of the pond. The sounds of Ikran. It's enough to put you asleep.

Closing your eyes, promising yourself you will just take a nap turned into a full on slumber.

Though little did you know, that spot you're sleeping on right now was someone else's spot.

•••

Humming a song Neytiri's mother Mo'at sang for her rang through her head while strolling around the forest.

Her home.

Of course, never being the second daughter of Mo'at and Eytukan wasn't easy, but she liked it that way. Pushing herself but not too much, Neytiri learned not to focus too much on others and focus on the person she was just yesterday and the days after today.

Hearing the crunch every time she puts one foot in front of the other is like music to her ears. Turning to the left and taking the path she normally goes through everyday, she finally makes it to her spot.

But something was off.

She saw the body of another Na'vi in her spot. Quietly, she walked near the body to see a girl her age sleeping. Carefully putting her bow down and kneeling to get a better view of the young Omaticaya.

Taking in your features, she didn't think you looked that bad. I mean, it's not everyday you see a pretty person your age in your hiding spot.

Now sitting down, she crosses her legs and waits for you to wake up.

•••

Waiting for which feels like forever to Neytiri she hears a sudden yawn that catches her attention. You start to stretch with your eyes closed.

'Weird,' Neytiri thought, but didn't take it to heart.

Now eventually opening your eyes, you come face to face with a girl you don't even know.

“AHHH” Slapping her face, Neytiri hissed.

Well, damn.

Rushing to help the girl, you apologize.

“I'm sorry it all just happened so fast”

Getting a good view of the girl, your heart dropped.

You just hit Neytiri, Eytukan's daughter. Yeah, you're definitely getting in trouble once you get home.

Holding her cheek “it's fine, I would have smacked you if that was the first thing I saw” Neytiri said causing you to gasp.

“Are you calling me ugly?”

“What? No, of course not, I'm just sayin-” stopping mid-way after hearing giggling coming from the girl.

“I'm just playing with you, relax” you say while lightly smacking her arm, causing Neytiri to move her arm away from your grasp.

“What's your name?”

“Huh?” Taking you back a little.

“I don't make me repeat myself”

“__ it's __”

••••

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I hope you guys liked the first chapter and have a good day/night.

Chapter 2: Shits and giggles

[lifeweaver-niran]

Okay so I have the perfect idea that would be sooooo cute!!!

Niran and Satya get caught in the heavy rain and Niran gives Satya his jacket so that she won’t get cold and sick later. She protests at first but is shivering so much that Niran insists and even wraps his arms around her for extra warmth before they walk back.

Niran later gets hypothermia and gets sick so Satya stays to look after him, telling him he has to keep minimal clothing on and have less blankets (the usual treatment for that) and maybe if you want things can get steamy between them, light touch, kisses, suggestive stuff? (It’s up to you, but I know you wanted practice so maybe this will help? ^~^)

Niran makes a full recovery at the end so very happy ending!

Ahhh I love them 😍🪷💎

IM SO UPSET THE FIRST FIC I DID DISAPPEARED WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED A NOTIF IM SO SAD-

Also sorry for the super short fic omg..im not feeling the best. I still hope you like it! I chose not to add anything spicy or suggestive bc when i imagined this it was super fluffy so i hope thats alright!

_____🩷_____

“Bua, put your jacket back on. You're going to catch a cold.”

“Oh please dearest..let me do this for you! You're shivering cold, and i know how much you hate getting sick. Pleaseee?”

Satya rolls her eyes playfully at the blonde making puppy eyes at her before eventually agreeing. The rain was certainly harsh, she couldn't keep pretending to be ok at her roommate..especially not with her hands crossed and the constant shaking along with the desperate attempts to keep warm. Suddenly, she feels a pair of arms wrap around her. She looks up to see the taller male smiling down at her. Such a warm and bright smile..she could've sworn he was the sun himself. She felt her cheeks heat up as she mumbled a thank you before shying away, making the male laugh at her cuteness. Once the rain got lighter, they make the decision to walk back home, they were already drenched anyways.

_____💙_____

“Bua! Take those blankets off!”

“But sunshineee, i'm so...ACHOO!...cold.....”

She massages her temples, letting out an irritated sigh before walking over to her roommate. Niran had caught a mild case of hypothermia and she's trying her best to heal him up as fast as possible, not wanting her roommate to be sick the whole week. She's no healer but Niran is, meaning he had atleast a couple handful of books that she could use to aid her in learning how to treat him. One thing she learned was they should have less blankets and have minimal clothing on. Once she stood above her roommate who was laying down pitifully on the sofa, ripping off the blanket before a small but audibly offended gasp leaves her mouth as she uncovers a Niran with not one, but 2 hoodies on.

“Bua..”

“My dear- my flower- my sunshine!! It's not what it looks like!”

“Take it off, bua!”

“But satyaaa! It's so colddd”

“That is exactly why i am trying to cure you! Now take them off, now!”

Niran pouts before taking off one of his hoodies, looking back up at his roommate with puppy eyes, begging her to let him keep atleast one.

“pretty pleaseee tîi-rák..”

She lets out a sigh of defeat before giving him a small smile.

“Fine.. just for today, but tomorrow it's strictly minimal clothing only!”

He gives her a wide smile, pulling her by her arm and dragging her down to the sofa with an "oomf!” sound as she lays on top of him, a blush quickly spreading on her cheeks.

“Aww, don't be shy now dearest! Come now, let's cuddle. I promise to take better care of myself, but for now..let's rest up. Alright?”

She nods, her body easing up to his touch as they cuddle. Soon enough, the two fall asleep with a smile on their faces. Everything will be ok, as long as they have each other.

[ladysomething]

oh hun, and anon whose birthday was Idk when (hbd by the way! and don't worry, you're still young, love) if you guys feel old, how am I supposed to feel (early 90s baby here) 😖

the only reason I have not gone insane this week over the lack of wygig, has been weariness. first time I'm actually thankful for my shitty working hours.

and you know who IS going insane?? my brother! who actually has normal working hours! good for you maddie, having a random man drooling across the world, crawling up walls waiting for your moment to come back. (talking as if I was not the same) and nahh, the fisting is nothing. they've seen me read this stuff for yeaaaars. well not exactly but you get what I mean

honestly I shall praise. I have nothing else to do right now, and as I can't over analyze this week's chapter, I must yap about why I love your way of writing. and over analyze the snippet.

1. your way of writing is one of my favorites in ao3. you have this talent to get in people's heads and make them NEED to see more. crack. cocaine. I guess my mom would be much more happy that her children are addicted to this rather than irl drugs. mad(s) respect for that.

2. you're kinda a mastermind as well. everything is so well thinked and planned. kudos to saiyanwitcher as well for helping you out with this one. beautiful.

3. your characterization kills it. look, I've NEVER met this people, let alone think they would actually be in this situation. but. if they had to go through something like it. this is the way I think they would be like. I can bet on it. swear even. it just. fits. lovely.

4. I love that you make these long chapters that feel like nothing. you just inhale them. every time I read you I'm always looking at the little bar in the screen that tells how far along we are. I just don't want it to end. but even if you leave a cliffhanger, the chapters always feel complete. like it was meant to finish there. no more no less no further ahead. perfect.

5. I love how you engage with us. feed us crumbs and see how the world sets in fire, sometimes going insane with us too. is just refreshing. I like to imagine you in your couch, throwing us a bone and laughing at how we go nuts about it.

+1. I love the Max crush that you created in me. thank you very much for that. lives were changed. eyes were opened.

+2. my brother and I were going crazy over jealous Charlie. I quote him "oh lui è innamorato. che bello. y no se da cuenta! sei molto stupido Charle" (that's 'oh he is in love. and he doesn't even realize! you are very stupid Charle' for you) Imagine that with angry hand movements and frustrated pacing through a kitchen with a pan on his hand. proper italian, my brother. lost some points throwing some spanish in there but I would still give him like a 8.3/10 for the performance. go and sink us even more in the stereotype/jk

+3. I was today years old when I found out saiyan was the way english speakers write saiyajin. I even had to google and triple check it because I wasn't sure whether it was actually like that or my dislexic brain was just messing with me.

all to say. I love everything you write. give me that fire changed my brain chemistry first. I also found out way too much later than I would've wanted that it was your fic as well. not today but still not so long ago. lovely beautiful thing it was too.

birthday anon started it!!!

also what can I say ... thats my sheer power .. random men drooling across the world ... 💅 but also, them knowing that you read that stuff and reading it with you is very different I fear.

thank you 😭😭 that's very kind, and I'm so happy that that's the effect it has. it's exactly the effect I want!

@saiyanwitcher is the real mastermind tbh. I just write it!

personally I think characterisation is one of my strongest points as a writer, so I'm glad that it hits for you like it does for me!

ahhh I'm so glad they go fast! sometimes I write a chapter and I'm like ... this is 10k of absolutely nothing .. how boring.

I do absolutely laugh, I'm sorry. I laugh a lot.

+1. I'm so glad I've encouraged you to see the light. my Max crush rages fiercely every single day.

+2. YOU'RE ITALIAN?! please remind your brother that my DMs are open if he and his gf break up.

+3. I'll be so for real. I have no idea what you're talking about.

omgggg I'm so glad you loved GMTF too. my fave fic of mine tbh.

thanks for dropping in as always!!

[matenrou-fan]

Ahem...ITS ME AGAIN!!

I really do love your writing so far, LIKE THEY'RE SO GOOD!!

So ummm...can i request for Ramuda, samatoki and gentaro ( again lol, bc they're my fav AHEM.) How will they react when their wife tells them she's pregnant?? Ik its so cringy but QIGSISGAIAHZJS

You can ignore it if you want, and thanks again to your hard work and make me so happy with your writings!!

Ramuda, Samatoki and Gentaro react to their wife's pregnancy

ahhh no!! this is not cringy it's so cute..!! so here, hope you will enjoy it <3 also thank you very much for your sweet words ahh..! you such an angel..♡

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff, mention of meds, spoilers for their past/ background??

-I think he's kinda clueless about these things, so when you start to have toxicosis he just thinks you have a fever or something.

-"Ahh! My dollface, what's wrong? Do you feel sick?" - Ramuda keeps jumping around you, really worried.

-Only when you tell your husband about pregnancy, he suddenly gets so over excited.

-It's probably sound strange yet for Ramuda, who didn't have any childhood and normal maturation, it's really interesting.

-"Why didn't you tell me before?! Don't tell me you were afraid or something..!" - he giggles, hugging you tightly. - "Uwa, we have so many things to do now, come on..!"

-That's where Ramuda's whole designer potential comes out. Cause your baby needs to have the cutest room that your husband would style himself, along with all outfits and little toys. Good sense in fashion should be instilled from the first days of life..!

-Of course he would also design some new clothes for you too, more comfortable and oversized so it would be easy to move around for you in the third trimester of pregnancy.

-Also, you would have the best treatment. Ramuda has enough money to buy you all kinds of vitamins and meds, enough time to take you to the hospital almost everyday for different cheek ups, tests, etc.

-Maybe in the beginning he quite didn't understand how hard it can be to you, but now he's learning more and more and trying to support you as much as he can, bringing some sweets after work for your pregnancy cravings, letting you stay the whole day in bed when you feel sick.. Your husband even tries to be more quiet and calm around you now, so you would feel more peace..! He wants you to feel less stressed about this, after all.

-Cause you're the one who helps him feel more needed, to feel more human.. And thoughts about having a big family, his own family with you.. Ramuda didn't know it would bring so much joy to his heart.

-"How you feel today, my dolly?" - he sat next to you in bed with a soft smile. It's so different from his casual wild cheerful smile that you can't help but smile back, pulling him closer to a hug. - "Hehe, if you're good, maybe we should start to think about our baby name? I want it to be super sweet and cute..!"

-You may be kinda nervous cause he's a Yakuza, after all.. What if he doesn't want to have kids at all, due to his dangerous work?

-But you better tell him as fast as you can, cause actually it would hurt Samatoki if you try to hide it.

-"You're pregnant..?" - for a moment your husband thought it was a joke, but your sincere face told him everything. You expect any kind of reaction but suddenly Samatoki drops to his knees, hugging and kissing your stomach. - "I.. Darling, s/o.. I'm so glad.. I love you."

-To be honest, he always wanted to have kids with you, to build a happy family.. He had a rough, terrible childhood so he wants his kids to see only the bright side of this world.

-If Samatoki was soft with you before this now he's even more gentle and overprotective, stoically enduring any tantrums that you might have through your pregnancy. He understands that it's just nervousness and stress and he will never raise his voice back.

-He is a harsh, cold and emotionless leader.. well, outside. When inside he's willing to be your personal servant and do everything you want.

-Pregnancy cravings? He was already in the store, buying what you asked for. Pain in back or legs? His hands are already on your sore muscles, massaging it gently.

-You will not even lift a finger in the house now, as Samatoki would do all household chores for you, it doesn't matter if you feel sick or not.

-But it doesn't mean he would let you slack off. Your husband will make sure that you do some physical exercise that is safe for pregnant women and walk a little with you in the park everyday.

-"You feel tired today? Maybe you want something? Huh, just lay down with me and cuddle..?" - Samatoki's face quickly changed from worried to soft but smuggy expression as he embraced you gently. - "Oh, princess, of course.. Come here and tell me how your day was.."

-He's always so insightful.. So he would understand everything immediately, but wait for you to start this talk first.

-It's a serious conversation, after all, and he wants you to feel comfortable to share this important moment of you and his lifes.

-"Oh, my dear, you're pregnant? Of course I know..My servants already tell me you would be pregnant with the next prince of forestland.." - your husband nodded with a serious face. - "What? I didn't tell you I'm actually a great fairy king? Huhu, well, it's all a lie.."

-But actually Gentaro is really happy to be a father soon. He just can't help but tease you a little, so you would feel more relaxed about this.

-Surprisingly soft and caring, trying to give you the best treatment now. As he's always visiting his brother in hospital, Gentaro is acquainted with many people here and was able to find the best meds, doctors, clinics, you name it.

-Your husband may look like nothing will ever bother him, but actually he's quite nervous about your well-being, just not showing it. After all, he doesn't want you to get into real state, as you already have enough on your shoulders.

-So instead Gentaro would relieve his stress on paper, writing fairy tales for your kid and then read it to you before sleep, asking for your opinion.

-"Mm? Want me to write a story about our baby too?" - he smirks when you two are laying together in bed. - "Okay, but you need to give me some inspiration, darling.. Few kisses filled with your sincere love would be enough to fill me with the power of clairvoyance, and I will write the whole life story of our kid.."

[mer-acle]

I'm so bored so finally sharing that alisha lore with you hehe

My ass forgot where I left things with you. Ahhh.

But. Alisha has been pushing herself as hard as she could for years. Just so she could have the approval of her mother. It was only time before she cracked yn. I just had to give it a little shove. (Evil smile) (Also omg I had this exact thought today seconds before dropping water all over the floor. Yey)

She has a quest, finally after years of waiting for a chance to prove herself. A quest designed for her alone, to find and retrieve some tool hephaustus lost ages ago. Whats different about is that she has to go to it alone. (Demigods usually take 2 people with them. To my knowledge only clarisse refused to take anyone bc she wanted to make ares proud) She has been warned about not trusting anyone she meets on the quest. She has a choice to not go (does she really.)

Luke and her have a little fight about it. (Luke has just come back from his quest months ago. Wait yk this part right?) Luke doesnt trust the gods, not anymore. And the order of not having anyone accompany her sounds suspicious. This is a test, not just a quest. (Alisha knows this but by the gods how can she refuse the thing she has been dreaming about since she was a child.) Luke has a really bad feeling about this. But he cant tell her to not go, she wouldnt listen anyway. They have a little luck runs out moment (ahhhhhh) where luke questions alisha's decisions and trust in the gods. Alisha feels like he doesnt think her as capable. She knows he has his reasons to worry and tries to assure him but there is that self conscious thought back at her mind. In the end luke has to watch as alisha leaves.

The quest is... traumatic for sure. Alisha does nearly everything right. Passes every test except one. Athena had advised her to not trust anyone she met at the quest, told her to rely only on herself. Alisha did not do that. She met someone, made friends with him, gave him her trust. Paid dearly for it. (None of this would have happened if athena let her take someone with her. But that was the point wasnt it. She wanted to test if alisha could be the perfect warrior, wanted to see if she'd stop being so trusting. After all her loyalty is her fatal flaw. Unlike the most children of athena.)

Alisha doesnt remember what happened really. She thinks he tried to kill her and get the stuff. She has the scars to prove it, bruises on her throat and claws in her shoulder. She doesnt even remember killing him really. It must've happened fast. After the adrenalin, she only remembers bits. She remembers the feeling of deep betrayal. Pain. Fear. The golden dust all over her clothes, which are damaged- scraps really. The sensation of wrongness. The feeling of guilt, of shame pouring all over her. The numbness. Everything is so wrong. And she thinks her friend has tried to kill her. He fooled her, he was a monster all along. (Will she remember what actually happened. Who knows. Does it matter. When she is scarred all the same. Her trust broken. Does it matter which way.)

Oof I was gonna write more here but this is enough angst for one ask isnt it

(sry I'm late)

Athenaaaa noooo you broke the child!!!! I'm livid rn

The gods don't really do anything to prove Luke wrong istg like I get in life-or-death it's better to be the one "to push someone down the stairs" instead of being pushed but ATHENA your daughter can develop emotional intelligence and pick the right people jdhdbdjdbfjdn you don't have to destroy her

Epic Athena would never (she would try but let's be real she always let Ody get away with having emotions and attachments in the end)

Poor Alisha

I love (FBI open up) that she doesn't remember it. That's such an underused tool in storytelling esp as not the main plotline (like in Jason Bourne or whatever it's the entire premise but side amnesia plots? Good stuff)

But omg the poor baby 😭😭😭😭

Thank you for the lore dump dudbiddnjdjdbdjd I'm obsessed

[midwest-indigo]

what's your fave song from each album here are mine so we can compare notes:

st - taxi cab aka The Bridge To End All Bridges WERE DRIVING TOWARD THE MORNING SON WHERE ALL YOUR BLOOD IS WASHED AWAY AND ALL YOU DID WILL BE UNDONE (also like...air catcher, trapdoor, acatad, taxi cab.....unmatched four songs in a row they all hit you square in the gut sheesh)

rab - tie between clear and glowing eyes and be concerned (how do I choose?????? i wish that i had two faces!!!!! To prove which theory works!!!! & i will TELL YOU WHAT I CAN....the harmonizing with himself....!!!!!!! I know there's someone at the door they called for help of this I'm sure but do i want to say goodbye to all the glowing eyes???? AND IF I SAID THAT I WOULD LIVE FOR YOU FOR NOTHING IN RETURN WELL IM SORRY MR GULLIBLE BUT LYINGS ALL I LEARNED) calling god mr gullible is just....

v - migraine. as someone who suffers from chronic migraines and also migraines caused by stress and depression,,,,, my guy he's done it also it's so fun to sing like are u kidding

bf - doubt !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GNAWING ON THE BISHOPS?????? don't forget a-bou-ou-ou-ou-out me insanity

t - leave the city. just. yeah

sai - when choker first dropped i was omw to work and played it on loop crying my eyes out i felt something i never felt before. i sounded insane when i told my supervisor why i was still crying when i walked into work

also just their entire discography at this point lol

what song are u most excited about for clancy? let me know all ur thoughts!!

i'm not going to go deep bc nah not today. but let's go, here are some cute things i like about my fav songs on the albums

*cracks knuckles*

Self titled - Fall away

first of ALL. Tyler's vocals in this one <3333 all i want ever is to hear this one live. it's all i ask for.

And I, I can feel the pull begin I feel my conscience wearing thin And my skin It will start to break up and fall apart

this song just means a lot to me

RAB - Anathema

there is something comforting about this song that i can't really explain. it's so beautiful and the way tyler sings in this one is just ahhh

So won't you say goodnight, so I could say goodbye

Vessel - Holding on to you

first of all - Vessel is my absolute favourite album of theirs, i love all it's songs so much and they all have a special meaning to me. HOTY is an extra special one to me tho<3

I must've forgot, you can't trust me I'm open a moment and close when you show it Before you know it I'm lost at sea

lol i'm the most annoying person whenever HOTY comes on around my friends, i ALWAYS have to rap the whole thing before anyone is allowed to speak again hahahah

i have to mention Semi automatic too because it is my mum's favourite. i remember back when i lived at my parents house and i played top and semi automatic came on, my mum would always sing along<3

Blurryface -Heavydirtysoul

It's an amazing opener for the album and i love me a fast rap <3 i also love this one so so so much live and i really hope they keep it for this tour<3

Trench - My Blood

as an older sister who is very close with and protective of their younger sister, this one means a lot. whenever i listen to this song my heart goes warm and i think of her and how i would do anything for her happiness and safety.

also Tyler's falsetto AH it's so beautiful

SAI - Redecorate

girl i don't even know what to tell you. like you said with leave the city: just. yeah.

She had plans to change her name Just not the traditional way

when the album was new and fresh my fav was No chances tho. i just really love the vibe of that song.

thoughts on Clancy

DUDE i can't even explaaaaiiin how hyped i am for this album to drop, like all of the singles are so good?? espescially Backslide has my heart<3

i'm the most excited for Paladin Strait!! i NEED to know what Tyler put in the song that the fake album reviewer would have mentioned. i am actually going mad over it.

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

I have anxiously been waiting for the day I could read this book… and I. WAS. NOT. DISAPPOINTED! Holy shit, that was such a thrilling ride.

Enzo was such a grumpy, cruel shit head, but then again Sawyer did steal his identity. It almost felt too cruel at times, but let’s just say that Enzo was extremely lucky he was pretty. And knew how to bone lol.

Sawyer’s story will sadden you and then she will annoy you, but then you’re rooting for her along with Enzo.

Also, why didn’t anyone warn me about Sylvester?! The story surrounding him was crazy and I did not see that coming at all. I was also trying to play detective with his story, but I kept getting everything wrong.

This book is so good!

Also, those shark scenes, man. IYKYK.

* What the fuck did you do, Sawyer? A fugitive on the run? I’m intrigued.

* Stick ‘n poke tattoo? Oh hell no lol

* Yes, char up the dude you know will ruin you with “just the tip” 😂 Should have walked away, Sawyer.

* “My name and God’s don’t belong in the same sentence, bella. One is holy, and the other is depraved.”

* That waterfall scene.. holy shit 👀

* What the fuck did Kev, her twin, do? I’m intrigued.

* Damnnnn. I bought this book solely for one reason and I didn’t think I’d get to it so fast. Way to nearly kill the girl you’re railing 😂 That was hot. Ngl.

* He wants to kill her, but also protect her 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Yeah, Sylvester is sketch. Whatcha doin’, old man?

* Why do I get the feeling her brother SA’d her 😬

* Oh, she definitely killed her brother.

* If that prisoner story is true, Sylvester is totally one of the prisoners and since Sawyer is the first woman he’s seen in years… he’s gonna meet Enzo’s crazy side. I’m calling it now.

* Oh god. Sylvester totally had that woman prisoner at the lighthouse and forced children upon her 🤢 That’s what those pictures were, weren’t they?

* Is this a ghost story too? What is going on and who was the girl in the ocean?

* There’s totally a prisoner in the lighthouse. That’s why Sylvester locks them up at a certain time.

* Ahhh, so I was right about the brother.

* They need to get off that island asap. Sylvester is totally a criminal and planning to keep Sawyer hostage.

* I like this protective, possessive side of Enzo. It’s hot lol

* This dude is so hot and cold.

* “Non ti odio, Sawyer. I wanted to say it was the truth when you asked if I hated you, but I couldn’t lie, so I said nothing. And every time I laid eyes on you today, all I could think was that I never really did. Choose to live, bella. Choose me.”

* Oh shit. They’ve come to terms that they like each other. And he’s convinced her to leave the lighthouse with him so he can take care of her. How will Sylvester take this? 😬

* And the old man has snapped. Fuck that dude.

* I knew that fuckwad was going to escape. Ugh.

* I’m so fucking annoyed they won’t investigate the knocking on the ceiling. It’s not a ghost! I know it’s not. It has to be someone Sylvester is keeping prisoner up there. The girl they saw on the ocean. It has to be.

* I knew it! Now, can she be trusted?

* Goddammit, Kacey.

* Holy shit. She’s gonna assume the identity of ******* 😨

* Holy fuck, their plan worked!

* Gross. Her brother really was a sick fuck! I wonder what the friend Garrett was thinking then, sending Sawyer emails to turn herself in if he knew the brother was guilty..?

* Awww. He proposed! And named a boat after her 😂

Sawyer Bennett

Enzo Vitale

[lunarsun12]

Angel Boy

Masterlist

Previous Part / Next Part

After Johnny has texted Chan, to warn him that his Jisung will get hurt. Without hesitation Chan and Lee know immediately locked Jisung in his room. Before he has a chance to escape (from experience they learnt to act quickly, as Jisung is so fast).

It has been 2 days, poor Jisung was literally not having in it. He has been kicking the door and almost made a hole so he can escape. Luckily Chan caught him just in time, before he has to pay for another door. He started to question Johnny intention as the criminal hasn’t struck yet.

In the midst of this, Soobin and encounter with his little friend and starts to question Johnny real intentions along with Hongjong and Jungwon.

How will Johnny convince them it was not him?

2 days later….

Bangchan and Johnny Private Chat

Today 18:00

Bangchan🐺: Johnny mate? I don’t mean to be rude but no one has touched Han

Bangchan🐺: Don’t you know, it was so hard to contain him in his room

Johnny🕺: What? How is that not possible!

Johnny🕺: They said, they strike at 12:00pm precisely

Bangchan🐺: Ahhh, I heard some rumours about you. Criminal always lie!

Johnny🕺: Dude, it was not me! I was framed!

Bangchan🐺: I’m gonna block you. I don’t talk to criminals

Johnny🕺: Hey dude!

Back at the Comrade Chat

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: YOU GUYS, HAVE YOU WATCHED THE NEWS!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: The rumour about Johnny hyung is true then!!

Seonghwa🌸: Jong, are you sure you aren’t sleep deprived….

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: At least I believe my own kid over some dumb imposter

Seonghwa🌸: Don’t you start! If you want me to list all things, I am upset with you about bring it on!!

Soobin🍞: Seonghwa again, stop making a scene

Heesung🦌: I can’t believe Johnny made this sweet boy cry, by giving him a black eye

Johnny🕺: What? What black eye? I have never met this dude before! I have been at Yeonjun house for my investigation for the last two days. Along with Seonghwa

Seonghwa🌸: It’s true Johnny hyung was there

Soobin🍞: That hard to believe, the kid was crying outside the radio station. I have to console him and I had nice chat with him

Soobin🍞: He said Johnny gave him a black eye. Saying he ruined his career

Flashback two days ago

Soobin was in the dressing room, along with his colleagues after a long day of hosting.

Soobin: Ahhhh, finally off work! Today has been so long

Other MC: I know right! I love it when, I do it with you, you make it so fun. In comparison when you not here

Soobin: Ahhhh, my family comes first these days! I miss the good old days

Other MC: Anyways, I have to leave my schedule calls! See you next week!

Soobin gave his partner a little wave, and exits the dressing room. To pick Kai from after school activities. Until he saw a boy crying outside the building.

Soobin: Oh no! Are you okay? Are you lost?

Boy: *sniffs*

Soobin: Come, let’s take you for some icecream. We can talk it out hmm

The boy seemed reluctant to follow Soobin but with lots of convincing. He followed Soobin to the convenience store.

Soobin: There, icecream always makes you feel better. How about you tell me your name? *smiles*

Boy: *blows his nose onto the napkin* I-t’s Jacob

Soobin: Jacob, nice to meet you. I am Soobin, now Jacob want to tell me what happened

Jacob: Some big scary guy, suddenly gave me black eye. Saying I ruined his career as my brother was doing the right thing. He goes by the name Johnny

Soobin: Huh? Johnny? Are you sure it was him?

Jacob: Someone took a video of him, doing it to me *shows the video*

Soobin: Johnny has played all us

Jacob: I can’t show you my eye, I am too embarrassed to show it

Soobin: It’s okay, little one…

Before Soobin, gets to reply. Jacob phones buzzes and he immediately ran off down the street, leaving a very confused soobin.

End of flashback

Soobin🍞: So that what happened…

Yeonjun🐯: Soobin, haven’t you learnt from San incident. They are master disguise!!

Seonghwa🌸: They must have dressed like Johnny hyung. Done some special effect to make it look like he bullied that kid

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: How can we be so sure! It wasn’t Johnny, he could be lying to us

Soobin🍞: Point taken

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: If soobin hyung, thinks Johnny is bad. Then Johnny is bad

Johnny🕺: Guys, it’s not me! Please believe me 🥲

Seonghwa🌸: Me and Yeonjun belives you

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Now look who is the dumb one now

Soobin🍞: I literally saw the kid in tears, what more proof that Johnny did it

Jay😎: No Johnny is innocent

Jay😎: By any chance, you know Sunwoo? He has major beef with you

Johnny🕺: Yes him!! He always sends me these annoying message,saying he will get his revenge

Jay😎: You guys, better check it out. Sunwoo, is so dumb. He thought by blocking me, thinks i can’t see

Jay sended Sunwoo and his family plot

Soobin🍞: Oh my- Poor Johnny-

Seonghwa🌸: Hongjong, I want an apology-

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Not until you apologise to Sannie first. He is crying saying you don’t love him

Seonghwa🌸: Fine, I collect him tomorrow

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: I knew it wasn’t Johnny all along

Seonghwa🌸: You just agreed a mins ago!

Heesung🦌: Don’t you dare sass my little brother

Johnny🕺: What are we gonna to do!!

Jay😎: I have a plan and it involves Yeonjun amazing acting skills along with Soobin.

Heesung🦌: Why do they get the cool part?

Jay😎: You and Jungwon are bad choices remember Changhee

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: NOT HIM

Jay😎: Let me tell what you guys have to do

[bowser-is-the-best]

Bowser had headed out early today, Junior said he wanted to explore the island and who was he to say no to his son? The two were just going around route 8 near the Lush Jungle looking for anything interesting. Well it was more Junior was but Bowser was going along with his son.

Everything was normal until what sounded like a big branch, no a few branches, breaking came from nearby. Soon after came what sounded like a bunch of people yelling at each other, those voices sounded very familiar.

Junior seemed to have taken note of it too, immediately turning his attention away from whatever pretty rock he had found.

"What was that?", Junior asked looking towards the source of the sound.

"I don't know...", Bowser replied.

"Well then let's go find out!!!", Junior said as he began running towards where the sounds were coming from.

"Wait Junior-", Bowser tried telling his son not to go but before he could he was already gone.

The Koopa King simply followed behind his son to the source of the noise. As they got closer it was easier to hear the exact words that were being said and separate the voice better.

"I'M BEING SQUISHED HELP ME!!!", one very strained voice said.

"Excuse my language BUT WHOEVER IS SITTING ON MY TAIL GET THE FUCK OFF", Another one said, that particular phrasing and how it was said was very familiar to Bowser.

"SORRY BUT MAYBE IF ROY COULD GET OFF MY LEGS I COULD!!! NOT MY GODDAMN FAULT I CAN'T!!!", this voice was distinctly more feminine than the others.

"IT WASN'T MY CHOICE TO FALL ON TOP OF YOU WENDY!!!!"

Now that he thought about it, that did sound like Wendy. Oh fuck did this mean the rest of the Koopalings were here now?

Finally getting to the source of the yelling, yep that was a pile of kids alright. Junior had stopped nearby a tree, and his father joined him soon after. Bowser was still trying to figure out if these were in fact his other kids. He didn't have much time to think before another voice spoke right next to the two.

"Who are you two?", a small kid probably only a few years older than Junior with multicolored hair asked.

"AHHH!!", Junior exclaimed as he jumped into his father's arms.

Bowser was equally surprised as he caught Junior. This was probably Lemmy judging by the hair color, how'd he get out of the pile so fast?

"Uhhh...", Bowser didn't have a good response.

"WAIT WHERE'D LEMMY GO?!", one of the people from the pile, which was no longer a pile, exclaimed.

"HI I'M OVER HERE! THERE ARE TWO WEIRDOS HERE AS WELL!", Lemmy replied pointing and Bowser and Junior.

The other seven people that were other there looked over at the two. They definitely reminded the Koopa King of his kids and Kamek.

"Hi?", Bowser said, not knowing what to do now, as he put Junior back down.

The person who Bowser assumed was probably Kamek took a long look at the two before seeming to recognize them.

"Your Surliness, is that you?", Kamek asked

"It's nice to see you again Kamek...", Bowser replied trying not be be awkward.

All the Koopalings looked over at Bowser and Junior with wide eyes.

"WAIT THAT'S KING DAD?!", Larry asked.

"It makes sense if you ask me, we were turned to humans, well mostly human, upon arrival I wouldn't see why he and Junior wouldn't as well.", Ludwig responded.

The twins Larry and Iggy didn't even wait another second before running up to Bowser and just hugging him.

"YOU'RE NOT DEAD YAY!!!!", Iggy said extremely happy.

"AND YOU'RE ALL HERE NOW TOO!!!", Junior added as he joined the hug.

It devolved into everyone just joining in the hug, Bowser liked this. It had been a while since he had seen his whole family and this was nice. After the hug he quickly explained the basics of the world and the situation, he wanted his kids to be up to date on this all. He'd need to have a more private talk with Kamek about this later however. Right now he just wanted to head back to the Pokemon Center.

YES I DID BRING ALL THE KOOPALINGS PLUS KAMEK HERE!! PEER PRESSURE GOT THE BEST OF ME! Plus now Bowser gets to actually be happy for a bit, and I get to roleplay the little shits. I don't have designs done for all the Koopalings yet and not all of them are Pokehumans because Idk what to make them all or just think it'd be funny if they were just human.

The ones I have figured out are Kamek (Alakazam), Lugwig (Braxin), Morton (Quilladin), Iggy (Froakie), and the twins (For now human but will change if someone has a funny Pokehuman idea for them)

Yes I did to Kalos starter trio for three of them I thought it fit.

[honeybeedewdrops]

Out The Window | B.Bradshaw

Summary: Bradley gets caught by Maverick sneaking out of the readers window

Warnings: Allusions to sex but no details

A/N: I'm new to writing fanfiction so I hope you like this little blurb. Later down the road I will take requests just not right now. Thank you! -Honey Bee

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You worked as a nurse on the base so you were pretty well known but, when you weren't working on the base you were helping your mom Penny at The Hard Deck.

Today was like any other day however you had the day off so you decided to go to the beach and hangout. As soon as you got to the beach you notice your mom sitting out on the deck of the bar watching something or more specific someone. "Mom?" she jumps "Y/N! Hi what are you doing here" "its my day off so I thought I'd come and get my tan on" "oh well you have fun" she said looking out onto the beach again, you follow her gaze and your eyes land on the group of aviators playing football. One specific aviator caught your eye and he goes by the name of Bradley Bradshaw oh man did you have a crush on that man. "Ahhh like what you see?" Penny teases "shut up, don't act like i'm the only one admiring" "I don't know what you're talking about" "oh come on mom. Is that drool I see?" you say pointing at her lip. Penny rolls her eyes "run along now" "ok whatever mom" and you walk down the beach placing your towel down to have the perfect view.

As you were reading your book you heard a whistle and as you looked up you saw Bradley Bradshaw walking towards you. "Afternoon Lt. Bradshaw" you say. "Y/N care to join me" he says motioning to the bar. "I thought you were hanging with your buddies some bonding exercises or Something" "yeah but that's done" "ok but I have a better Idea" you say standing up and wrapping your arms around his neck. "i'm listening" and you smash your lips to his, Bradley then pulls away "aw man how'd I get so lucky" you chuckle "come on let's go back to my place" you say and unlock your door. "nah i'll drive" he says and you both walk to his car.

Once in the car Bradley takes off down the rode in comfortable silence. "So, how's this thing with Maverick going" Bradley groans "can we not talk about that" "ok ok i'll let it go but one way or another you'll have to talk" Bradley pulled onto your street "wait park here" "Here?" "yes my mom might come home and see your car" "fine" and he parks. He comes around to the other side and opens the car door. "such a gentleman" He rolls his eyes and follows you down the street It wasn't a long walk so you got to the front door pretty fast. You opened the door and Bradley walked in looking around. "What?" "where's Amelia?" "friends she's sleeping over and my mom is still working now come on" you say going up the stairs to your room.

The minute you walk into your room Bradley pushes you up against the wall kissing you. "Jump" he says and you do wrapping your legs around his waist. He places you on the bed you bite your lip as he takes his shirt off and you two get entangled in the sheets for the rest of the night.

The hours had groan late you laid on Bradley's chest playing with his fingers. "I love you" you say looking up at him "and I love you" he says giving you a peck on the lips.

"MOM! Y/N! I'm home" Bradley's face goes pale. "I thought you said she was sleeping over at a friends" "She said she was" you say frantically trying to find your clothes while throwing Bradley his shirt. "I thought you were sleeping at a friends" you heard your mom yell. "Shit" you curse "your mom's here too" Bradley freaks "I guess I didn't realise what time it was" "well how will I get out" your eyes flicker to the window. "Y/N you have got to be kidding you said no more going out the window" "I know I know last time I promise" you say pushing him out the window. "Can't we just tell them" he says sticking his head back in "are you crazy mom will freak" Bradley sighs "fine but this is the last time I go out your window" "Y/N. You home?" Amelia calls "Fine fine we'll tell them soon now go" you say and close the window.

Outside the window Bradley landed on the ground shaking his head at the girl. You definitely were something else, just as he turned he came face to face with Maverick who himself was in a similar situation.

"what were you doing with Y/N?" Bradley froze then realised "what were you doing with Penny?"

The two men stared at each other for a moment before silently agreeing to keep this a secret. They both turn around as a light turns on and there in the kitchen stood Amelia mouth agape.

"just don't break her heart, and that goes for the both of you". Both men nodded and walked off in opposite directions.

[switch-writer]

Grumps and Giggles in the Snow

(A/N: Ahhh, the holiday season has kept me busy but I’m glad to finally be able to post this, this is for Spooky!Anon, and it was very fun to write! Truthfully, I didn’t touch Genshin for quite awhile, but this fic (along with the release of The Wanderer, but mostly this fic) did inspire me to finally get back into the swing of it Genshin Impact, research characters, along with regrow and light the spark of loving them once more! I truly had a blast with writing this and I never wrote for this pairing before so it was very intriguing! So I’m glad I got to write it and I really hope it was to your liking! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!)

(Warnings: Tickles, nothing else!)

(Prompt: [Tickly cuddles n chase scenarios (or suprise me!!)])

Today was a day like any other, a peaceful, yet beautiful day. Liyue was in the winter season, elegant white snow falling to the ground as a certain archon bard and an adepti were cuddling up with one another, Venti sleepily leaning on Xiao as the Yaksha stared out at the snow falling to the ground.

“Hmm.”

Venti perked up at the noise from Xiao. “Hm? Something wrong?” The bard asked with a yawn, finally somewhat waking up from his slumber.

“Mm-mm.. just watching the snow fall… it isn’t often we get it here in Liyue.” The adepti stated, and admittedly, the snow was pleasant to Xiao! So he surely wasn’t upset over that in the slightest. Nor was the cold too bothersome to him. Venti was quite warm after all.

However, Venti let out a small laugh. “Yeheah! I forgot that snow isn’t too common here compared to Mondstadt. You like eating the snow a lot too.” He grinned as the fellow anemo user whom he had blessed with the vision nodded his head. “It’s good. That’s all.”

“Well, perhaps you should come to Mondstadt more! Everything is super festive there, along with lots of snow! And I’d be your guide after all.” Venti playfully nudged the stone cold, straight faced Xiao a few times as he grumbled like the big grump he was.

“Oh come on! Don’t be like that!” Venti giggled at the ‘tough guy’ who was refusing to smile. “Come on! Please?” Nothing. “I’ll be nice, I won’t even go into the tavern.” Nothing. “…I’ll get almond tofu?” A slight twitch at his lips, but alas, still nothing.

“Oh that’s it. Just know you asked for it!”

Just like that, Xiao felt a smile tugging at his lips upon feeling wiggling fingers at his sides, trying to squirm away from the tickles causing giggles to flow from his mouth. “Hehey!” He raised his voice, trying to be a little stand-off-like. To Venti, he simply found it to make his giggles louder and much more pleasing!

“Ehe! Hi!” The bard playfully greeted the Yaksha who kept squirming and giggling away. “Stohohop ihihit!” Xiao snickered before finally wiggling out of the archon’s grasp, quickly running to the edge balcony where he usually lurked, taking a leap from it and summoning his polearm, sharply deciding to lunge to the ground and did so with ease.

However this caused a mischievous chuckle from the bard, a grin appearing on his face as he dashed to the balcony, quickly using his wind to get to the ground fast yet break his fall, landing on his feet.

“Oho! C’mere Xiao! You’re being a grump and the tickle monster needs to tickle all the grumpiness out of you!”

Just like that, Venti began to rush towards Xiao, the polearm user’s hair puffing up and standing on its ends as he quickly stumbled to turn around since he was facing the bow user, then began to run away from Venti in a haste. And the chase began!

With the two anemo vision holders dashing through the snow, one of them, being Xiao, picked up some snow before throwing it at Venti who laughed in response. “Aww! Don’t be so mean now!” “Then stop chasing me!” And once again, a snowball was thrown at Venti as they ran.

However, a detail worth noting was the smile spreading across the darker of the two, the one who’s being chased, Xiao… admittedly, whether he liked it or not, he was having… fun! It felt silly and it reminded him of memories. Fond ones. Not that he’d admit he’s having fun, but this was making him much less grumpy and cold due to the playfulness.

But after a moment, due to thinking back on memories, Xiao snapped back to reality as Venti tackled him into the cold white snow, a small huff escaping the vigilant demon hunter. “Caught youuu!” “Don’t!” Xiao quickly spoke, causing the clever lyre player to grin. “Don’t what?”

“T-Tickle me!”

“Oh? Well of course!”

And with the yaksha’s failure to see the trick coming, he burst back into bunches of giggles from scribbling fingers on his ribs, wiggling side to side as the skilled fingers from the lyre player tickled away. “Kitchee Kitchee koo!” “Shuhush!” Xiao immediately became defensive, feeling a little bit of red creep onto his face from the tease.

The tough yet horribly ticklish demon slayer began to squirm around from the ticklish feeling. “Hehehey! Ohohoff! D-Dohohon’t be soho chihildish!” He demanded despite enjoying the silly nature of it, honestly… if this is what if this is like in more casual and enduring settings, he didn’t mind! It made the winter season somehow more joyful for him.

“Don’t be so mean now! That’s it! Now I have to use my secret weapon!” “Whahat secrehet— weAPOHOHON!? HEHEHEY! GEHhehet ohohout Of thEHERE!” Xiao shrieked out with his usual stand-off tone. Or rather ‘attempting’ since his laughter majorly sabotaged it, also attempting to bat and shove the bard’s hands out from underneath his shirt.

“Ehe. Why would I do that?” Venti played all innocent. “BEHEHECAUSE! YOHOUR HAhahaNDS AHAHahare cohold!”

“Oho! And here I thought you were so tough, now you can’t handle the cold. I don’t think that’s it… I think you can’t handle something else…” Venti suddenly stopped the tickly feeling that was causing the demon hunter to squirm and thrash around.

“Wh-Whahat?” Xiao giggled softly, clearly confused by the words coming from Venti, and just equally as confused by the fact he had stopped.

“Don’t be all silly… I think you, Xiao, an adepti, can’t handle how ticklish you are!”

Xiao would be lying if he said he didn’t get flustered and go slightly red.

Xiao also would be lying if he said he didn’t shriek upon feeling those ice cold hands underneath his shirt wiggle onto his stomach.

“So this is super ticklish for you?” Venti, obviously well aware of Xiao’s reaction, decided to play dumb to tease the squealy yaksha. The wind archon’s wiggling fingers traveling up and all around Xiao’s stomach, ‘clawing’ playfully at the sensitive spot as Xiao’s laughter became louder with the more time the skilled bard spent tickling him.

“VEHEHENTI!” Xiao finally called out, a squeal escaping him and causing his laugh to go up a octave.

“Yes, Sir Giggles?”

“I’M SOHOHORRY!”

Now that’s a surprising sight!

“Aww, for being a big grump?”

In any other case, Xiao would’ve glared and gave a snarky comment, but right now wasn’t much like any other case. But Xiao gave a quick nod to reply.

“Ahaww! Well, out of respect for anything left of your dignity, I’ll accept your apology, Grumps and Giggles!” Ah nicknames.

Honestly, Venti wasn’t sure he wanted to stop, Xiao wasn’t a laugher, a smiler, or anything like that! So to hear him laughing so freely and bubbly, a smile covering his face as he twitched around and squealed in ticklish joy was beyond enduring and lighthearted, and as much as he wanted to continue, he figured he’d gotten the grumpy mood out of the picture. Besides, there was still much more time in the day to tickle him… ahem.

But finally, the demon slaying yaksha was released from the tickle attack, a bunch of residue giggles escaping him begrudgingly, but if he was honest… he didn’t mind too much. He much rather think and deal with this and all the tickles and giggling that came with it than sulk.

“You alright?” The bard asked, also replied to by a giggly nod as Xiao slowly stood back to his feet alongside the man from Mondstadt. “Hmm… how about this, let’s go back, and we can make something like hot cocoa!”

“Hot… cocoa?”

The usually very defensive man questioned. “Never had that before?” Another silent reply, this time a shaking head to show he hadn’t. “Well! You’re in for a treat.” Venti claimed, gently scribbling and wiggling his fingers across Xiao’s sides; a burst of giggles escaping before the archon began to pull the polearm user behind him.

Apparently Barbatos decided not even 3 minutes after he had stopped was later in the day. But to him, it was worth it to hear that burst of bubbly and squeaky giggles from Xiao.

“Well come on, Grumps and Giggles!” Venti exclaimed as he allowed the winds to swoop them both up and lift them to the balcony.

Needless to say after they both surrounded themselves with blankets, Venti had made some hot cocoa for the two of them, allowing themselves to be warm and watch the snow fall once more with a lighthearted and joyful feeling that the holidays and winter brought.

“…Venti?” “Hm…?”

“…Thank you.”

A small giggle escaped the bard.

“Mhm… Just know you aren’t safe from the cold hands!”

Within moments, Xiao found himself laughing once more, kicking out with joyful sounds and noises.

“VEHEHE—!” Xiao fumbled out in ticklish glee, Venti with a grin on his face before Xiao’s hands began to gently scribble at a certain bard’s hips, causing a giggle filled with hiccups along with the bard’s hands stopping their ‘attack’ to retract and defend from the ticklish sensation. “WOHOHOAH! wahAHAIT! XIAHAHAO!” The archon squealed before the fellow man slowly flashed a smile, his hands quickly making work of Venti’s hips, causing laughter.

Needless to say this is going to be a eventful day of snow and giggles.