#and THEN.. i notice his tshirt and i'm like omg

[dungeonbf]

(art by @/flojd-sock) i know i already posted this but look at my boy, look at sigge... he is the most special little guy ever. and he has mental problems.

[badomensgoodomens]

requesting noah x reader

noah is finally home from tour and the two of you just spend the day cuddling, watching movies and eating snacks

omg omg yes let me cook xoxo

wrote at 10pm on a sunday cut me some slack

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noah had surprised you in the middle of the night, sleepily climbing into bed. You screamed, ofcourse. A 6'3 muscle man standing at the foot of your bed. terrifying. after you fumbled for the lamp switch, he apologised profusely, soft kisses peppered on your face.

"I said i was sorry" he whines as you groan. you hit his shoulder playfully. "That was NOT funny."

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The next morning, you wake before him. The sunlight creeps in, illuminating the soft freckles spread across his skin. you admired the soft pout of his lips, his funky eyebrows, his jaw that is ALWAYS clenched, finally resting.

he cracks a singular eye open, "its rude to stare." you just snicker, tracing the slope of his nose and his jaw. he turns on his side, pulling your warm, soft body towards him. "goodmorning to you too." you say, running your fingers through his hair. you reminisce on the longer version of his hair, you were truly devastated when he cut it. You lay in silence, just cuddling. But it's a good silence, a taking in eachothers presence silence. the room was silent yet the love for eachother was so, so so loud.

noah was once again fast asleep, poor love must be so exhausted from tour. you manage to slip away from him, prepping for a movie marathon. knowing your luck, he'll chose a horror movie and you won't be able to sleep for weeks. (I think he just likes comforting you afterwards. Sick bastard.)

after fixing a small charcuterie(?) Board, and some popcorn, you gently move to his bedside. You comb your fingers through his hair, his brows furrowed ever so slightly.

"Noah.. " you whisper.

He grumbles, pulling the blanket tighter around him.

"Come and watch a movie with me" you whine, annoyed at his sleepiness. He rubs his face, standing up with a sigh. He drags the blanket through the house. You trail behind him, only making a pitstop to yell at folio who had been picking at the food. one by one the boys filter in uninvited. just the nature of living with a bunch of boys. A random horror film plays on the large screen tv. But you're not watching. You're too busy admiring your man.

how long his lashes are, the slight stubble that's growing back, his freckles. God they were your favourite thing about him. He glances down at you, feeling your gaze. you clamber into his lap, back pressed against his chest. He presses a soft kiss on the back of your head, his warm hands splayed out on your tummy. you rest your hands on top of his, leaning back to look up at him. You press small kisses to his jaw.

after a while you fall asleep, sleep coming easier to you when your lover returns. it's his turn to admire you, tracing the shape of your lips, and your rosy cheeks, your soft dimples and petulant pout. its overwhelming. His love for you making him feel dizzy. he thinks about the future. His plan to marry you somewhere with flowers and a nice lake. how you would look in a wedding dress. And how you would look after...

he guides his fingers through your hair, gently ghosting over your scalp. Your hand tightens on his, seeking comfort.

you wake up a few hours later, noah long gone by now. I'm talking head conked back, mouth open, snoring. you giggle to yourself. You notice the others had left by now. Probably returning to slumber.

"Noah.." you poke him, he stirs slightly.

"nowahh" you grumble out.

he stirs, "yep I'm awake what's wrong?" his words are rushed, a testament to how tired he actually is. "cmon, into bed. I'll bring the snacks." he stands up, stretching his long limbs. He patters down the hallway, losing his tshirt along the way. you pack up the dips and cheeses, before finding your way back to your lover. He's already sprawled out on the bed, waiting. "I've missed this." He mumbles. Face down.

"Me? Or the bed."

"the bed."

You throw a pillow at him, he laughs. Pulling you impossibly close.

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The clock reads 4am and you PRY yourself out of his grip, you roll over, body spread over the open space of the bed. Sweat trickles down your back. Oh how noah hadn't missed this. "babe... go put the cooler on.." he grumbles.

"I'm not going in the dark!!" You whisper-shout

He just grumbles in return. He cracks open a window instead.

he pulls you back into his grip. Pressing sleepy kisses all over your face. you groan against his warm, ink covered skin. his breathing evens out and his face falls flat as he falls asleep again. You huff, sweating your tits off. You peel each layer of clothing off, laying in a bra and underwear. the sheets abandoned at the end of the bed. You were STILL sweaty AF but this man won't leave you alone. Especially after being gone for so long!!!

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He wakes up before you, the sight of you in your undergarments dizzying. He rests his head in the crook of your shoulder. Taking in the smell of your moisturiser, and shower gel.

"Mm morning baby" you yawn. light filters into the room, illuminating the lack of nothing between the two.

"never leaving for tour again if this is how I wake up every morning" he grunts, hands snaking around your waist.

"even in winter?"

"just means I get to warm you up."

You throw your head back in laughter as he begins to tickle you relentlessly.

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I know I said I'd cook but lowkey look undercooked 😔

ik ik it's excuse after excuse but after I posted that my requests were open I got hit with the most diabolical family problems and have been putting off writing for a further week. but! I'm slowly easing back into it with the simplest request I could find.

so sorry if this is short, please leave more requests they are great motivation!!!

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Season 2 Part 1 Episode 2 reactions!

it's nothing new but I like the variety of angles and shots in this show

omg Nightshade 360 head turn

girls just wanna have fun (do motorbike stunts)

I like Mo's tshirt

also i feel her face is better balanced now

scardycat Thrash is a mood lol

I was gonna say something like "how was this path here for ages without anyone finding it" and then I remembered how big America is

small detail but I like how Thrash took the stairs two at a time because he's so tall

I was also gonna be like "shouldn't Mo know better than to activate a random artifact" but no actually I think her reasoning is pretty sound

omg those noodle limbs something give this guy a snack

oh and he literally just dropped lmao

THEY JUST FUCKING LEFT HIM THERE

cave water ice pops that's so cute

ok I am starting to see a noticeable drop in the animation quality rip

THIS POOR GUY

in general I don't really like the "sneaking around while awkwardly trying to hide something" trope so a large part of this episode isn't really working for me ngl

UH OH THE JIG IS UP

irrelevant but since I watched Cyberverse first I always expect it to be pronounced quinTESSon lol

ooh cool effect!

yesss I like when Alex gets to use his history knowledge

as per usual the OST is a banger

nice fight scene!

Alex is gonna do his back in

The Executioner raises a valid point about Quintus Prime but also. I'm not taking the word of a Quintesson at face value lmao they are not known for being a reliable source

gosh I love Mo

awwwwww

doesn’t Thrash get a hug?? 🥺

AWWWWWW

overall I enjoyed this episode! I liked that it focused on Mo, Thrash and Alex after the full ensemble whirlwind last time

[lanaactuallyabanana]

Okayyy, so I decided since the last matchup I asked for ended up being *cough* The name we do not speak *cough*, I decided Imma ask for a redo on this cause... Yeah, I think you can tell why lol. I've changed since last year and that's gonna be noticeable in the updated matchup!

5'6 with semi-long, wavy, brunette hair and amber eyes. I have lots of freckles and glasses that have a black, square frame. In Summer, I usually wear pants and a tshirt, or shorts and a sweater. If I'm not wearing that, I'm probably wearing a dress. (Outfit reference is at the bottom). I have received a lot of support when it comes to my anxiety and while I have my moments, I am more comfortable being loud and energetic out in public. I'm a cat person and my love language is physical touch/affection, that hasn't changed in the slightest. I'm super big of PDA, I love hand holding, kissing, etc. Obviously nothing too much. No making out in public, just like pecks on the cheek.

To narrow down some other stuff, I'm straight, but no hate goes to the LGBTQ+ community, they super chill. I love nicknames, love stuffed animals, and love love love band. I'm a flute, as you know, and while I do suck at practicing, I'm not bad at it. I've met all my super duper close friends through band (including Jackie, she's a retired Saxophonist). I have a music stand in my room.

Or

Just for reference, I do like brighter colors like blues and oranges and reds and purples or violets.

Also, just to give a vibe check for the matchup:

Spotify ✅

YouTube ✅

Books ✅

Pinterest ✅✅✅✅✅

Take your time getting to this, I know I'm kinda flooding your inbox!

Eat, drink lots of water, take time to rest, take your time getting to this!!!!

-Kenzzzz :))))

i literally love hearing about you guys and your personalities, matchups are so funsies for me teehee (some of yall might think im a lil crazy for this matchup but trust the process)

, streamer matchups !

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LOADING....

you have been matched with ... dream!

okay the first thing i thought about was height, i know some ppl dont rly care about it BUT

if you're 5'6...

and he's 6'2...

do we see the vision????

okay but srsly the height difference would actually drive people insane (including me.)

also yalls eyes would be so contrasting yet so complimenting towards each other (your hazel eyes + his green eyes)

y'all doing sorta matching outfits

like not completely the same print/pattern or that kinda thing

but like similar colors or formal/casual wear if that makes sense

just outfits that compliment each other cause its cutesy

hes the type of person to also comfort you in times when ur anxious or nervous in any situation

he could literally be on a meeting call but if he sees you needing him for something, he'll hang up instantly

you're the most important thing in the world to him out of everything

he loves holding your hands like holy shit

you have to pull this mans fingers off you so you can grab something or go somewhere else

the hand size difference omg im screaming

hugs omg

either hug you from behind from your waist or normal hugs but he'll lean down and place his head on your head

he loves to help you practice (former band kid writing this 🙋‍♀️)

page flipping on your stand

if you ever need a tuning he'll have it tuned asap for you

he has a metronome and tuner app on his phone for you

you helping him with music stuff

he loves getting your opinion on everything he does cause he trusts u sm

hes also constantly giving you stuffed animals

OMG YOU KNOW HOW PPL USED TO COLLECT SQUISHMALLOWS AND HAD THAT LITTLE ROPE THING ON THEIR WALLS HJDHASHSSD

he prob built something like that for you cause he kept giving you so many

no complaints here tho 🤷‍♀️

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i loved writing this tehehehehehehehehhehehe !!! i hoped u guys enjoyed!

thank you to @catswithroses for the lovely ask <3

please support me and my writing by liking, replying, commenting, reblogging and following me! it means the world

love u guys xoxoxo

[syncogon]

tka ep33 (s3 ep9)

my favorite forever-17 baby T_T you look kind of generic here but i still love you

they really made some baffling sartorial decisions in this ep like what's the in-universe reason that li rui and qf are the only ones wearing ee team uniform but then when they go take the challenge qf literally changes out of his uniform to do so. i know narratively it's gonna be so that he can go look for yx at happy cafe but then why not just have him not wearing the uniform here.

also i'm sorry but what even is this tshirt sweater collared shirt qf would never. it's not even red.

tbh i miss clear plastic jacket qf.

anyway. the flashbacks! his expressions! wahhhhh

despite all the other animation complaints, i think i like the fight animation in s3 more than in s2—they're more creative with the choreography which i really enjoy, that's something that you can only really get in this medium, that creative license with the game mechanics. in s2 i noticed they took a lot of shortcuts with like impact backgrounds and face closeups etc

yx's expression when he realizes how much qf hates him at this moment 😭

i like this portrayal of the coaching match! obviously in the novel they can be much more subtle with it, vs here where yx has to point out things explicitly—but i like getting to know these specific details!

qf's angry voice 😭

dm has this saved as his secret desktop wallpaper (sorry someone had to screencap it)

oooh yeah and i remember some of these moves from the trailers. man i love spear fights gotta be my fave cold weapon

omg yx shaking out his hands 😭 also this def would've been a smoke break except we can't show yx smoking anymore lol

maybe in THIS universe qf will catch up to yx <- me, delusional

but no actually the editing for that whole chasing bit, the camera panning and the cuts and split screen—very nice very heart-breaking 🥺 god bb is just so efficient with storytelling like qf isn't even mentioned until now and then BAM heartwrenching backstory

i love how thye convey the difference in time via the lighting... same street but just missed each other...

alrighttt but at least in this universe we must still get the cinematic punch yeahhhh wooooo

the bgm for this whole ep is truly on point

boo he didn't even fall over

ooh next ep preview has some fun shots im excited!!! everlasting! dawn rifle!

[askinkiskarma]

ARGHHH TWO CHAPTERS AT ONCE??? I FEEL SO BLESSED MY HEARTTTTT

she IS a baby, i feel so bad :(((

yes, she is honestly the most impressive of my readers, she inspires me so much. she's the most calm and reasonable, the genuinely nicest/smartest person, passionate and empathetic, i love her so so much :(((

i'm so happy to hear you say that about the quotes bc i was worried it was too much but i couldn't help myself i love poetry/music/art in general so much and i always imagined her mum was the same and she passed that on to her daughter

so MANY flashbackkkks, i love writing them so much, i love writing that unconditional childhood love, especially considering how incredibly tied together neteyam/atan's destinies are

i'm curious if people noticed how often the "just you and me" comes up in the series and in the archer, i included it all the time in important moments as an easter egg

and the ts titled haven't left me since hahahahaha <3

yesss, i always tried for it to be like a curtain that was slowly being unveiled with each chapter, and i'm so happy you picked up on that omg :(((

hahahahaha you can 100% headcannon it, it makes sense to be honest, and that's so cute that atan would be wearing her basically adoptive dad's tshirt without even knowing it

i loved writing neteyam in the cardigan series - i think he's for sure my fave neteyam i've written, he still feels very similar to the movie for me but i wanted his personality to be a lot more fleshed out and evolved since he's more mature since the movie.

argh i love you so much i still can't believe you're doing this :((((

Illicit Affairs | Chapter II: Right Where You Left Me

Pairing: Neteyam x Human!Reader (later Avatar!Reader)

Chapter I Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X

Synopsis: You were one of two kids stuck on Pandora after the war took all the Sky People back to Earth. After a series of events left deep scars behind, you are now forced to deal with your trauma - and your lingering resentment towards Neteyam - head-on.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, blood, injury

Word Count: 4,7k words

A/N: So I didn't expect the last chapter to do so well, but I am happy so many people enjoyed it. I have really enjoyed writing this and I am happy to say I am almost done with Chapter III, as well. I am feeling all the feels doing this, and I hope you do, too.

“I cause no harm, mind my business

If our love died young, I can't bear witness

And it's been so long

But if you ever think you got it wrong

… I'm right where you left me”

The next couple of weeks were uneventful. You haven’t seen Lo’ak since that afternoon, although Kiri’s dropped by a couple of times to keep you company while you worked. Getting her to put on a lab coat and goggles was an adventure in itself, but she eventually relents and does as she’s told. 

She’s shooting you a sly smirk as you are busy pipetting a reagent on your samples under an aseptic hood. “Your birthday’s coming up soon, do you have any plans?” You could hear the smile in her voice, which you found odd. You pushed the feeling aside. Kiri’s odd, and the things that bring her amusement sometimes elude you, and you love her for it. 

“Oh yeah, big party planned, I was thinking pres in the gym, then main party in the dining area and a wild after party in the lab.” You roll your eyes. Birthdays seem fun in movies and TV shows, but it really isn’t the same stuck in a tiny confined space with nothing to do. You were turning 18. Not of much significance to you, although this birthday does seem to hold some relevance back on Earth. 18 is the age you become an “adult”, where you become legally allowed to do all sorts of human things, like drink, smoke, vote, be held liable for your actions (this one still confuses you), get married, drive and so much more. It seemed strange to you that so much weight was placed on this day, and you wondered if when the clock struck midnight a few days from now, you will feel different, like something in your brain will click and you will have answers to all the questions you have been silently asking yourself at night. 

“Thought so. Well, we do have a surprise for you.” She says, still smiling from ear to ear.

Has everyone you loved collectively decided to forget that you hate surprises? With a groan, you got up from your chair, removed the samples that you quickly placed back in an incubator, shut the hood and motioned for Kiri to follow you out of the lab. 

It was later than you expected when you finished, and you knew Kiri would have to leave soon so she can make it back home in time for curfew. 

“Anywayyy…” she says, refusing to let your sour mood damper her own, “I was thinking you could join us at the home tree for your birthday party. The family prepared something for you and you haven’t visited in so long, everyone misses you, especially Tuk.” 

“Kiri…” You wanted to go, and were touched that it seems that the family actually wanted you around, but you were scared. You knew it was stupid, but deep down the guilt of what your species did, what your own dad might have done, eats at you every night. You knew that whilst the Sullys and maybe other Na’vi as well were more than welcoming, others regarded you as a curse, an alien with demon blood that should have been sent to her dying world long ago. You couldn’t deal with knowing your very existence was a reminder of their lost family, their destroyed home, their battle scars. 

“Come onnn, girl, you can’t spend every damn day of your short human life in this place. I mean, I like this place, don’t get me wrong, but if I had to spend every minute of the day here, I’d kill myself. I mean the foooood, the artificial lightinnggg, the stuffy aiiiiir…” she dramatically dragged every word to make her point, and despite everything, you couldn’t really argue with her. 

“I’m not leaving ’til you agree.” 

“I mean I just have to wait long enough that curfew begins, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna see you run out of this place leaving a Kiri-shaped hole in the wall of the lab.” you said, laughing at the frown that settled on her face at your stubborness. “Fine, Kiri, my God, I will be there.” 

“Yay! Thank you, you won’t regret it, I promise!” You couldn’t help crack a smile at her enthusiasm, and you hugged your friend that was sitting on a chair, short enough this way to enable you to do so. 

“Do you want to see Grace before you go?” 

You forget sometimes Kiri isn’t Jake and Neytiri’s biological daughter. I wonder if they forget, too. Kiri is a miracle child, of sorts. Born out of Grace’s avatar, she was like a gift from Eywa herself. She always visits her Ma when she comes to see you.

Kiri shifts uncomfortably in the chair, prompting you to raise an eyebrow. Strange, you think to yourself. 

“No, I should really go, I don’t want to be late getting home and I want to pick some herbs I saw on the path on the way here. I think they’ll be good for the illness going around.” 

You wanted to push, but decided to let it go. You couldn’t blame the girl for maybe not wanting to be reminded that as well as Spider and yourself, she, too, was an outsider. 

You said your goodbyes, and deciding against dinner with everyone in the lab, you made your way back to your room. You picked a book from the shelf of your mum’s old book collection; another thing that apparently became obsolete on Earth with time, your mum revelled in collecting them. She said the only way to properly experience a story is with a physical copy of it in your hands. You agreed. There were a lot of electronic copies of books in the directory, and while you spent so much of your life dedicating yourself to them, nothing compared to the feeling of holding a book, that you know has been held and experienced by another human. You found notes and dried up tears on the pages of these books even to this day, and every time, it brings you closer to your mum, to your grandparents, to a home you’ll never know for yourself. You fell asleep with one of the poems you read that night still fresh in your mind. 

“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading - treading - till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through -“

You woke up in the forest. You recognised the place immediately. Secluded from the village and near enough to the lab that even a child could find their way back, it was the perfect hiding spot for little Y/N. You didn’t go there anymore, you’ve barely allowed yourself to even think about it these days, but your dreams spoke to something deep inside you, a yearning you couldn’t drown out no matter how hard you tried. You looked towards the clearing, where the riverbank was almost unrecognisable past the foliage and rocks and allowed yourself a moment of respite. You were startled by a high pitched laugh, and turned your head towards its origin. A little girl, no older than 10, was running towards the bank holding on to an oxygen mask pack, giggling as she looked behind her to an emerging second figure. She was so happy, so…alive. 

Her eyes were glossy from unshed tears, happiness so loud it expressed itself physically. A second child emerged from the shadows, just behind where you stood. A boy, tall and blue, with the same innocence behind his eyes, quickly caught up to where the girl now lay on a rock by the river. 

“I won, Neteyam! I beat you!” The girl says, panting, laughing and crying all at once. The boy’s expression softened, and as he took his place next to the girl on the rock, gave her a small smile.

“You did! I didn’t try that hard, though. I want a rematch.” 

“You’re on!” 

The two kids sat in silence for awhile, enjoying the peace and quiet, the hushed whisper of the water and the bustling chirping of insects and birds hidden from view. 

“I have something for you.” The boy suddenly said with a gummy smile. 

From behind his back, he retrieves a bracelet. It was green, made up of numerous beads and tiny rocks that complemented each other so well, it seemed they were put on this planet for the very purpose of adorning a Na’vi’s body. 

You recognised the bracelet and the sight of it tugged at your heart. You felt your eyes tear up and cursed your mind for putting you through this again. 

“This is like your bracelet!” The tiny girl says, with a wide smile. 

“Yes, I told ma I lost mine and asked her very nicely to make me another and she did! I want you to have it. This way I have one and you have one. Just you and me.” 

Just you and me. Just you and me. Just you and me. 

You woke up in tears, eyes locked on the bracelet in question that was still residing on your nightstand. You didn’t wear it anymore, but couldn’t find it in your heart to part with it fully. It now lay next to your head, a bitter reminder of yet another road not taken. You cursed Neteyam for coming back into your life, if only briefly, just to resurface hurt you are yet to deal with or even acknowledge fully. You curse him for the bracelet, and the memories and yet another pain you have to deal with on your own. Always on your own.

The next few days went by in a blur. You spent the days buried in work, and the nights exercising and field stripping weapons. You refused to think, or sleep, or read or play music or really anything to would give your heart the opportunity to take over again. You passed out last night in the gym, but it was a dreamless slumber, which you were grateful for. This night was your last night at 17. You were waiting patiently for the clock to strike midnight as you were finishing up your last experiment for the day. You glanced at the clock, once, then twice, then three times. Eventually, it happened. And then nothing. No answers, no epiphanies, no nothing. Disappointed, but not entirely shocked, you chuckled at yourself for thinking life would give you an easy way out. After all, it never did. A little after 1AM, you made your way to your bed. You took one last look at your empty nightstand, then passed out. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAY!!!” 

Your entire body snapped in an upright position at the sudden auditory onslaught. Your face settled in a deep frown as you were trying to make sense of the scene in front of you. At the edge of your bed on all sides were people. Kiri, Lo’ak, Norm, Max and Spider. They all had big smiles on their faces, a big contrast to your own. You actively tried to remove the frown from your features, and found it easy enough when you realised these people, these people you loved were here, for you. 

“Thanks guys. Anyway, could I get some privacy so I can put some clothes and thank you properly??” 

With a grunt that definitely came from Lo’ak, they all left you to get ready for the day. When you appeared in the dining room, you found a big basket filled with incredible Pandoran food, and you were happy to see your favourites as the most prominent. 

“Oh my GOD, Banana fruitsss!! How did you guys find these??” 

“Lo’ak may or may not have spent an inordinate amount of hours waiting for a couple to drop out of the push fruit tree that grows a few clicks from the village.” Kiri said, laughing and poking Lo’ak sides with her fingers.

You felt a lump in your throat form at the admission. God, you were so grateful for this boy. You could live a thousand lives and still not deserve him. Feeling you getting emotional, he dropped to his knees and opened his arms. You made your way to him and hugged him, as tightly as you could. You were not great with words, but you put all of your unspoken thoughts in that hug. Your size difference made both of you snicker, and with one last tug, you let go.

“Thank you, guys. You are great, really, I couldn’t ask for better people to be around today.”

“Come on, let’s eat. We have big plans awaiting.” 

“Sing!!” 

You spent the morning eating and talking, Lo’ak complaining about the training and the ass kicking he got from his dad after your last meeting. You were laughing at his exaggerated manner of speaking, excited to finally have him around to get you out of your funk. 

“You guys always want me to sing, you need to pay me if you’re gonna treat me like a jukebox, you know?” 

You picked up the guitar that Norm brought for you out of the recreation room. You took it in your arms and strummed the chords, making sure they were tuned correctly. You thought long and hard about a song, and you found it eventually, buried in your brain, along with the memory of your mum singing it to you as a child with tears streaming down her face. 

“… Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be"

You felt the tears coming, but you willed them away. Your heart was strong, but it couldn’t contend with your mind. You continued, pouring all of your frustrations with Neteyam, with yourself, with this life in the song.

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy and you're sitting in front of me"

You looked across the room and felt weird, sick ecstasy at the faces of the people around you, all of which looked sad and glossy-eyed. You didn’t want to make anyone sad, but you loved the power that music held. You loved that it brought people together, no matter the species, the language, the tone, the mood, you could always rely on music to provide unison.

If our love died young, I can't bear witness, and it's been so long

But if you ever think you got it wrong, I'm right where you left me

As you played the last chord of the song, you looked up and froze at the sight of Neteyam sitting by the door of the room, an unreadable expression marking his features. You registered people talking in your direction, but couldn’t decipher the words as you lay there, on the ground, guitar in hand, staring at the beautiful boy who did not allow your eyes to leave his own. You swear you saw a flicker of sadness in his big, yellow eyes you used to know so well, but as you were trying to decipher them, Spider’s oh-so-human face flooded your line of sight. 

“Hello!! Earth to Y/N”

“It’s concerning how many times this happens”, Lo’ak intercepts.

You finally focus on the people who have come here for you, and put the guitar down with a small laugh.

“Sorry, guess I got way too into the song.”

“Yeah, what the hell’s up with that? It’s your birthday, it’s supposed to be a celebration and you’re making us depressed, instead.” Spider says, frowning. 

“Sorry!” You whine, hoping the childish tone would earn a quicker forgiveness. 

They all somehow roll their eyes simultaneously, which you find amusing.

“Mum and dad say it’s time.” It takes a second for your brain to register the Na’vi sentence. The deep voice breaks through the chatter and everyone turns their heads towards the oldest Sully sibling. 

“Right!” Lo’ak says, patting his knees and getting up suddenly. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!’

You knew it was dumb, but you were nervous, too nervous, to make your way to the Home Tree after so much time. It’s been years since you have been there, maybe since you’ve been anywhere, and it scared you more than you wanted to admit to yourself, or to anyone around you. Nevertheless, you put on your mask and secured your oxygen cartridge behind your back. 

You bid a swift goodbye to Norm and Max, who said they will try to make it to the celebration later in the evening. You then stepped outside, eyes finding it hard to adjust to the natural brightness of Pandora. You found the mask uncomfortable, having been so long since you needed it last, and took a deep breath in your attempt to calm down and take it one step at a time. 

Lo’ak was, as always, Neteyam thought, leading the pack. Spider followed suit and you and Kiri maintained a steady pace behind the two boys. Neteyam was quietly walking behind you. He was deep in thought, not being able to shake the image of you playing guitar and singing that song he had never heard before. He hasn’t heard you sing in so long and hearing it again opened a hole in his chest that he thought was long closed. His eyes followed you closely, taking in all the details about you he hoped he wouldn’t notice. Your hair was lighter than he remembered, not by much, but enough that it was there, present for him to see. You were tall, taller than you used to be, and taller than most human women he’s seen. You were wearing a skirt, he thinks it’s called, that flows every time the wind touches it. It’s black and it looks soft, and Neteyam can’t help but want to feel it for himself. Your top is braided and beaded, and it seems like a mix between human clothes and Na’vi wear. You back is completely bare short of a string that ties the top together and the man feels his heart picking up pace at the sight. Cursing under his breath, he moves his gaze on a piece of jewellery adorning your arm. A intricate bracelet, green and red, definitely Na’vi make. He remembers briefly Kiri making it for one of your previous birthdays and smiles sadly at the thought. Finally, his eyes settle on a deep scar on the back on your left leg. Before he can help himself, the memories flood his being…

Neteyam found himself once again, waiting outside the big metal building for you to come out. He was excited for today, too excited to put into words. It always took convincing for you to come out, especially recently, but he loved that you said yes to him, and not to Lo’ak or Kiri, for once. He knew you have been sad for a while, and was happy to do anything in his power to help. He jumped out of his skin when the door opened, and you laughed at him for being what you called a “scaredy cat”. 

“I’m happy to see you, Neteyam”, you said, in Na’vi. He smiled to himself at your accent, but loved how hard you tried to speak to him in his own tongue. “Not happy you’re dragging me out, but if it means spending some time with you, I guess I will let it slide” You continued in English.

“I think you will be happy to be out for this”, Neteyam interjected. You walked together in comfortable silence, only speaking when you found a plant or animal you didn’t know the name of. 

“Oh my God, this is so pretty, what’s it called?” You ask, enthusiastically.

“A’o” Neteyam answers you, smiling softly, never getting bored of your incessant line of questioning. Like with the language, he was just happy you cared. 

“What are you wearing?” Neteyam asks, unable to stop himself. 

“Oh, this?” You say, looking down at your choice of attire. “It’s just an old T-shirt I found in one of the drawers of the living quarters. I’m not sure whose it is, but I assume a big old man’s, cause it’s more a dress than a t-shirt at this point.” 

“A T-shirt…” Neteyam said, contemplatively. He looked at it closer and saw an image he couldn’t quite understand on it and the word “Metallica” written on it. He didn’t know what it meant, so he dropped it. At least he learnt a new word today. 

You walked like this for over an hour, but eventually reached the end of a cliff, that overlooked a beautiful waterfall. Neteyam thought this sight alone will make you feel better, but he had bigger plans in mind. 

“Wow, this is beautiful! This was almost worth the fresh hell I felt when that bug went in my nose like 20 minutes ago.” 

Neteyam laughed, and he revelled in the way only you seemed to be able to make him feel like this. Free and alive. 

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Neteyam let out a high pitched yell, then turned around to look at you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He smiled as he heard the trees on the other side of the cliff ruffle, and watched with pride as a big bundle of green, yellow, red and blue emerged from the foliage and landed in front of him. He turned to you and let out a big laugh when he saw your face, jaw dropped in horror and amazement, eyes wide with the glint of curiosity he’s come to love so much. 

“You did it!! I’m so so so proud of you, Neteyam!” You screamed, running at him and launching yourself as high as you could, knowing he would catch you in his arms. “And at 13, too! This has to be some sort of record, right?” 

“I doubt it, but it still felt good doing it. I was shocked Mum and Dad even let me try it. Anyway, I wanted you to meet her.” 

He swung you in his arms with ease, not weighing a lot more than his baby sister, who was just around 3 years old. He finally placed you back on the ground with care, right in front of the Ikran. He made tsaheylu and waited patiently as you were building it up the courage to approach the mighty being that was lowly cooing and nudging its head against Neteyam’s. He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of your beautiful face, and said a silent prayer, thanking Eywa for still being able to bring that expression to your otherwise crestfallen figure. 

Once it seemed you became comfortable enough around her to pet, he clicked his tongue and motioned for you to get on. You let out an incredulous laugh and shook you head.

“No way in Hell, are you insane??” 

“Come on, Y/N. I never pegged you for a coward.”

After this many years, he knew how to push you buttons. He saw your smile drop and your eyes take on that expression that almost frightened him. Thank the Great Mother you were human, cause you would be a force to behold as a Na’vi. 

“Damn you, Neteyam.” You said, slowly getting up on the banshee and making yourself comfortable in front of the boy. He felt your back flushed against his bare chest, and suppressed a shudder that threatened his body. 

“It will be fun, you will see. Here, hold on here, and don’t let go. I will have my arms around you at all times, and I promise to make her go slowly.” You refused to acknowledge him, and he found himself laughing, again. 

Without any other words, he willed the ikran to take off. You let out an involuntary yelp, but otherwise you were brave and strong, just like he knew you to be. Once you were above the forest, he found you staring in awe beneath you, his gaze locked on the side of your face and on the smile that made him happy to be alive at the same time as you, just so he can experience it over and over. You flew like this for a long time, just taking in the beauty of this world that you both called home. A beauty that he knew you never got to experience, not the way you should have, not the way you deserved. He saw a tear escape your eyes and make its way down your cheeks and settle in between your lips, and cursed himself for not being able to take it away, the pain he knew clawed at you every waking moment since your mum died. You have never been the same since. 

“Thank you for this, Neteyam.” You said, softly. “I wish there was a way to show this to her, a way to share this experience. I know she would have loved it as much as I do, maybe more.” You settled comfortably on his chest and sighed. 

He didn’t get a chance to formulate a response, though, as a loud shriek came from his Ikran and he felt the panic overtake him as the tsaheylu made the feeling echo in between them. Looking up, he saw what no man wants to see: Toruk, his dad’s former pet, launching itself at the two teenagers and their ikran. Clearing his mind, Neteyam removed a hand from the reigns for balance and banked left abrubtly, diving straight for the trees, that were fortunately not too far below them. As if life suddenly stopped to a halt, he was able to experience the next harrowing moments in slow-motion - the diving, the terror of watching your frame slowly disappear from his line of sight, your voice screaming his name as you dropped towards the ground, his own voice getting caught in his throat trying to call for you, willing his Ikran to go faster than he thought was possible in an attempt to catch you, the pool of red liquid spilling from your frame as you impaled your leg on a broken Pxiut hitting the ground. He quickly removed himself from the Ikran and ran to you, picking you up in his arms, trying to ignore the way the blood was spilling down his torso and dripping on the ground. He looked at your unconscious body in his arms and felt the first crack in his heart form, a crack yet to be healed to this day. He pushed back the tears that were starting to pool and got back on the Ikran, flying as fast as he could through the foliage. As soon as he could see the outline of the metal building, he stopped the animal and got off, running with you in his arms. It’s all a blur afterwards. He remembers going home, your now-dried blood still marking his skin like a tattoo, he remembers crying in his mum’s arms, he remembers the guilt that poisoned his mind and heart and he remembers sitting on a cold floor next to what humans called an operating room, waiting to hear if the damage he has caused you will plague you for the rest of your life.

His eyes never left the scar on your leg, and, as he forced himself out of the torturous memory, couldn’t help noticing the slight limp with which you walked towards the village.

Crack. 

Tag list :-): @mashiromochi

[hawkinshighdropout]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

**Part Two Can Be Found Here!!**

Summary: Eddie comes into the music store you work at to purchase the new Metallica record, but he's a few dollars short so you let him off the hook...

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely fluff/pure content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven't written fanfics in like 8 years so I'm a little rusty...

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. "hii! i saw you were looking for eddie prompts and i have this idea stuck in my head: she works at the record store and knows him because he spends his free time there. after they talk about corroded coffin, eddie goes to get the new metallica that just dropped and realizes he is a few dollars short. she lets him take it with the promise not to tell her boss. eddie is a goner and omg is she wearing a iron maiden tshirt????? (also if u wanna continue it feel free but please make it sweet i cannot handle more eddie angst i want him to be a happy boy) hope this is helpful!"

Word Count: 2.2k

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The bell above your door rang, signalling another customer had entered the store, glancing up from the latest volume of your Smash Hits magazine, the corners of your lips twisting up into a fond smile at the sight of your favourite curly haired knucklehead. Eddie. Eddie Munson. It was about a quarter after four in the afternoon and the music store you worked at was relatively quiet, not many customers about so any faint sound in the distance or movement in the corner of your eye would capture your attention with ease.

Of course, most of these distractions being Eddie. He would liven up any room he walked into, whether that was due to his loudmouth or the jangle of chains from his belt loops, it was certainly a welcomed change of scenery when he was nearby. Allowing yourself the chance to glance at him whilst he was distracted flicking through the shelves of tapes, in the metal section of course, you noticed his outfit was a little different than what you normally see him wearing.

Your brows furrow slightly in confusion. His regular beat-up white Reebok sneakers? Check. Ripped black skinny jeans with the holes in the knees and black bandana sticking out of the left pocket? Check. Black leather jacket tucked under his patched and pinned denim jacket? Check. Rings cluttering almost every finger on one hand? Check. Hellfire shirt? No… That’s what was missing, instead he was wearing a faded black t shirt with Corroded Coffin written across his chest.

“Corroded Coffin?” you thought, or so you thought you thought.

“Excuse me?” Eddie laughed, raising a brow in amusement as he glanced in your direction, hands still between cassette tapes, clearly you had said that out loud and now was the one time you wish a gate would open up under your feet and swallow you into the Upside Down.

“I… Uh, your shirt?” you pointed half heartedly towards his shirt, voice coming out as more of a question than a statement, causing him to look down at himself and then back across at you whilst waiting for you to continue. “It’s… Different, is it not? You usually wear your Hellfire shirt? Sorry, this is probably sounding really creepy that I know you by your shirt… Sorry, again, ignore me.”

Looking back to your magazine, hoping that the situation would just disappear on its own, cheeks feeling warm from the embarrassment of making it public knowledge that this one man had your attention every single time he came into the store. The sound of someone clearing their throat took your attention away, snapping your eyes back up to see the soft smiled metalhead in front of you, his head tilted slightly to one side as if he was waiting for you to say something.

“Can I help you?” you ask nervously, folding the corner of your page and closing the magazine, setting it off to the side with the intention of continuing to read that later on.

“Well that depends, sweetheart… Care to explain yourself?” he said with a look on his face that expressed he was slightly smug and slightly amused at this situation entirely.

Feeling flustered, mostly from the embarrassment of being caught admiring the older boy, and slightly from the fact you could feel his soft eyes staring into your soul. Okay, not really, but his gaze gliding across your features effortlessly made you feel a little hot under the collar. It’s not every day that someone as handsome as Eddie Munson is towering over you and smiling whilst giving you his full attention. You clear your throat and attempt to salvage this.

“I was just looking at your shirt, Corroded Coffin, and was wondering what that was as you usually wear that Hellfire shirt… Is Corroded Coffin another club that you’re in? Or... band you like, perhaps?” your voice getting quieter as the sentence continued, his smile widening as you mumble.

“Ah, there we are! No, it’s not a club, sweetheart. It’s a totally awesome local band that not a lot of people have heard of, they’re totally underrated. Gonna be playing The Garden one day, just you wait…” there was pride and glee in his voice whilst giving you a brief rundown of the band, you just listened. “Hold up, you work in a music store, shouldn’t you already know this?”

Wide eyed and slightly caught off guard, you take a quick inhale of breath and try to scramble up any defensive explanation you could think of, one that didn’t make you sound lame for not knowing this band, but a warm palm resting against your forearm brings you out of that frenzy.

“I’m kidding, Y/N…” a soft laugh coming from Eddie, letting out a sigh of relief yourself before processing what was just said, a moment later it causes you to scrunch up your brows in confusion once again.

“How do you know my name?” you ask, placing your palms down against the counter to give yourself a little distance, looking up at him and awaiting the explanation.

“Name tag?” he gestures to your chest, a big plastic button pierced to your shirt that had your name spelled out in clear black lettering, causing you to hide your face in your hands and groan in pure embarrassment. Not only had you spoken your thoughts aloud, you had once again embarrassed yourself in front of the cool older guy, twice in about two minutes. You were on a roll today it seemed.

“Someone’s had a long day.” He chuckles, to which you peak between your spread fingers that covered your face, letting yourself relax and let out a soft laugh of your own. Nodding in agreement with his statement, you then fold your arms across your chest and sigh in relief at how he let that slide.

“You have no idea…” you pause, glancing down at his chest which was covered in pins and patches of all the bands Eddie listened to, gesturing to his chest as if you were pretending to look for a name tag. It wouldn’t make sense that he would have one, he didn’t work here, but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself for a third time by letting him know you knew his name. That would have given major creepy vibes after already knowing his wardrobe cycles.

“Oh, Eddie! Hi, I’m Eddie.” He held out his hand with the cheesiest smile imaginable, stretching your arm out and shaking his hand to greet one another, it catches you by surprise when he brings up your hand to his face, pressing a tender kiss against your knuckles. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You smile brightly up at him, hands now moving to nervously fiddle with the hem of your t shirt, resisting the urge to chew on the inside of your lower lip whilst he seemingly admired you? His arms folded together as he leant down on the counter, closing the gap between you so you’re almost face to face, a brow raised in your direction as he looked down at his shirt and then back across at you.

“You should totally check out our band, by the way… I can see that you are a woman of great taste,” he says, nodding his head in the direction of your Iron Maiden t-shirt, “I think you’d like us... We’re doing a show on Tuesday night if you’re interested?”

Nodding your head eagerly, a sheepish smile appearing on your face as he grabbed your notebook and pen from the counter and wrote out the details for you (Corroded Coffin, Tuesday night at 8pm, The Hideout.) before sliding them back around so you could read it. Giving a shy thumbs up in his direction with a silent promise to be there.

Doing a little drum pattern on the counter with his ring cladded hands, Eddie then gestures behind himself to the shelves of Cassettes he was looking at originally, announcing that he was going to continue what he came here for. You watch as he turns on his heels and takes mere seconds to get lost in the search for his prize. Shaking your head fondly, you smile to yourself and focus back on your desk, rereading the adorably sloppy handwriting that Eddie had left you on your notepad, zoning out for what felt like mere seconds until the sound of the cassette tape tapping down on the counter snapped you back to reality.

“Found it!” he grinned; voice full of pride.

Looking up at him, down at the cassette, then back up at him. The corners of your lips tugging up effortlessly into a smile as you approved of his choice, scooping it up in your fingers and sliding over in your seat to start the process of ringing it up on the register.

“Master of Puppets, hm? Nice choice.” you state in a tone that conveyed admiration; Metallica were one of your favourite bands, so you got a little buzzed whenever you found a fellow fan. Pressing the buttons on the register until it dinged and announced the total on the small display. “That’ll be $7.50, please.”

Reaching into his bag pocket, grabbing his wallet, and tugging out the crinkled notes to begin counting them, his face suddenly dropping the grin he once adorned, into a small frown instead. He counted again, letting out a disheartened sigh when he realised he was a few dollars short. “Shit!”

“Is something wrong?” you asked softly, keeping your voice down to make sure that you didn’t catch the attention of any of the other shoppers, not wanting to risk embarrassing Eddie.

“I, uh.. I don’t have enough. Forgot about the tax and—shit. Dammit, okay. It’s okay, uh. I can come back tomorrow or something, I should have enough by then, don’t worry, Y/N.” he mumbled, sticking the crumpled notes back into his wallet, picking up the cassette with the intention of putting it back.

“Hey, Eddie?” you softly called to him, standing up from your seat as he was already a few steps away from the counter. Gesturing with your index finger for him to come back to you, watching as he wandered back over. Him scratching the base of his neck, seemingly a nervous act of his.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Uh… This totally isn’t standard protocol or anything but uh, if you can keep this a secret then I can let you off the extra couple dollars…” you suggest, the look of disappointment on his face previously broke your heart, wanting to find a solution to fix the pouty puppy dog eyes he’s sporting.

“Wait, really?!” he asks sceptically, not sure if you were joking or if you were actually going to cut him a deal here, to which you nod your head in response.

“Yeah! Of course, uh… “Friends and Family Discount”, mhm.” Your voice was not convincing in the slightest, but you gave off an expression that conveyed a ‘just go with it’ look, so he did just that. Your store didn’t even offer discounts like that, but no one needed to know that. You rung up the cassette once again, pressing a few buttons that altered the price, correcting it so it showed the exact amount he had on him.

A childlike grin on his face as he passed you the notes once again, you take a couple of seconds to organise the notes in the register before closing it and printing the receipt. Handing it over to his outstretched palm, a giggle escaping your lips as he crumples it up and places it in his pocket alongside the new Metallica record he just purchased.

“For obvious reasons… No refunds or exchanges.” Brows raising in his direction, knowing you would get in trouble if he were to comeback with it as you wouldn’t be able to hide or explain the discount to the manager, a massive grin appearing on his face as he nodded in agreement.

“Of course, M’Lady…” Eddie dipped a little to pretend to bow in your direction, before leaning over the counter, cupping the back of your head delicately in his soft palm and pressing his warm lips to the centre of your forehead. “You’re a lifesaver” he mumbled, pulling away from you to shoot you another grin.

Warm in the face once again, biting down on your lower lip and shaking your head from side to side in pure amusement. Watching as the excited boy sauntered off towards the front door, half opening it before turning back to you and calling out.

“Hey. Y/N? See you Tuesday!”

“I’ll be there, weirdo. 8 o’clock.” You called back.

“It’s a date!” he smirked, winking in your direction before blowing you a kiss and scurrying out the door.

Face buried in your hands the second he’s gone, giggling like a schoolgirl as you processed what had just happened between you both. Letting out a soft and fond sigh before looking back up at the store, fixing the hair that had been rattled by him grabbing it previously, you pick up the magazine and attempt to continue reading. Keeping yourself occupied between customers until the end of your shift.

“Sweet Jesus….” You giggle to yourself, fully smitten by that one little metalhead.

[ssahotchnerr]

that’s a relief then 😭 wouldnt want you to feel overwhelmed or annoyed!!

but with that said i do have kore soft!aaron thoughts,,, i feel like when you start watching a new show he’ll be like “why do you even like that? its not that good anyway.” but then later on you’ll notice that he becomes invested in the show too and he’ll even be grab some snacks for you guys before watching and be like “i sure hope they address the plot holes because last week’s episode didnt make sense” or something like that

omg aaron thoughts could never overwhelm or annoy me!!! i'm always looking for excuses to discuss him so it's always always welcomed!!! AND AHHHH YESSS!!!

one night you're just sprawled out on the couch, watching a new show one of your friends recommended to you. aaron is over in the home office, getting some extra work done. eventually, he gets up to take a snack/coffee break and to see what you're up to hehe <3

you're so engrossed in your show, you don't even notice him walking into the room. when you finally register his presence and look up at him, he's trying to follow along to whatever your show is about and his expression is all 🤨 and he asks- "why do you like this???" and you're like- "it's entertaining!!! maybe you would like it if you gave it a try!!!" he offers a not very convinced look, gives you a kiss on the top of your head, and goes back to what he was doing previously.

as you get more into the show and watch it more consistently, every so often aaron will join you on the couch and attempt to distract you- wanting you to change your attention over to him and give him some love <3 but he finally surrenders to the idea of watching it with you, solely just to spend time with you, but by no means does he plan on actually paying attention to the show. and that does not go according to plan.

at one point, you peer over at him, and the man. is. hooked. his eyes are glued to the screen, and he starts to make comments about the show's content, things like: "oh come on, i can't believe they did that" and whatnot, just totally and completely invested. meanwhile, you're just smiling to yourself <3 because you know he's enjoying himself (and you were right hehe) <3

and soon enough, he's the one initiating watching the show, it's just a routine thing at this point. so when you're on your laptop, getting some work done yourself, and he comes over to you- dressed in some comfy cozy flannel pj pants and a tshirt, designated snacks in hand, all ready to go- he gives you almost an offended look. when you notice his expression, you offer him a confused one and he's like "what do you think you're doing?" "working?" "no no no" he'll shake his head and settle next to you, grabbing onto the remote. "we have to see what happens next, it was all i could think about while at work today" <3333

[jaeyunsz]

imagine being stressed the fuck out with assignments and enha hyung line notice so drag you away from your desk to help you destress by fucking you until your exhausted and end up falling asleep whilst theyre giving you aftercare!!!

literally me rn wanting enha hyung line to fuck the stress away cause i forgot to do my biggest assignment!

indeed this would be a good distraction 😭 and that's though omg but you can always send an email to your prof and explain the situation!!

im gonna write them all separately btw 👀

heeseung: he's definitely an attentive boyfriend. even if you dont tell him out loud that you are stressed, he knows it. so when you are studying/working he'd just come to you and start to massage your shoulder. you wouldn't stop him since a massage would be all you need in that moment. he wouldn't have any dirty thoughts when he started massaging you but when you started to moan because how good it feels, his eyes would just turn dark. he'd lean in to place kisses on your neck and sucking on it. his hands would slip inside your baggy tshirt to touch your boobs and massage them. with your assignments long forgotten, you'd just focus on his hands. not long after, he'd just slip one hand into your panties and start rubbing your clit. you'd just beg him to fuck you at this point so he'd take you to the bedroom and make sweet love to you. i dont think he'd go that hard, he'd just be gentle and slow. 🥺

jay: like heeseung, jay would understand how stressed you were thinking about your habits. like it has been 15 minutes since you last kissed him. something must be wrong. he'd just get up and close your laptop, making you stare at him with raised eyebrows. ''study time is over. it's my turn now.'' he would say casually and just drag you to the couch, bend you over and just fuck you there. you wouldn't even say something against him because you also knew that a good fuck would be the best thing to help you relax. he'd be so loving and gentle after it. he'd cuddle you until you sleep in his arms and place kisses all over your face.

jake: in my opinion jake would stress you even more because he'd try to make a conversation with you and you'd be just like ''i gotta finish these by tomorrow and you're distracting me, i'm getting more stressed.'' yeah, sometimes you have to be strict with him. but like :c he'd just get pouty and give you puppy dog eyes. after 5 minutes he'd come back and say ''let me make it up to you''. you'd think he'd make you some food or give you a massage but no he'd just pull your sweatpants and panties down and eat you right there and then. the bad (or good) thing is he'd be so skillful with his tongue, you'd just crave for more and more. you'd say fuck it and focus on your pleasure. he'd literally eat you out for hours before having sex.

sunghoon: sunghoon loves attention but having your attention on him is the only thing he cares about. and when you give your attention to something else like getting your school work done, he'd be pissed and would get impatient. on the other hand he really wouldn't want to bother you but seeing that you'd been going over the same chapter even since he arrived... yeah, it annoys him. he wants to touch you so much and plus, he needs your hands on his body too. this guy would get turned on when he sees you concentrating on work. he'd think it's the sexiest thing ever. he'd casually say ''you know sex helps you relax right? and im here now so why dont we just- you know, help each other relax.'' you'd let out a sigh and turn to face him. he was right after all. a quickie wouldn't hurt, right? you should have known better because when you and sunghoon have sex, you literally don't stop until the morning and he wouldn't be gentle like the other boys. he would literally FUCK you.

[falcqns]

Okay so I had this dream and I feel like it’d be good for a fluffy imagine. Chris Evans x Reader featuring their baby girl who maybe is 5-6 months old, Scott Evans and his boyfriend Steve. So maybe Scott and Steve is doing this little IG Live cooking competition at Chris and Y/N’s house in LA. They are in the middle of this IG live when Chris comes in, with his daughter on a baby carrier strapped onto him. He’d be teasing and commenting on the things that Scott is doing but also he be talking to his baby and kissing her and just being all cute 🥺 Then the reader comes in and takes their baby cause she needs to be fed. When chris removes the carrier, His tshirt with the writing “Girl Dada” is revealed and of course the internet goes crazy over the cuteness. Lol sorry if it’s too detailed 😅

millie

pairing: dad!chris evans x mom!reader

warnings: pure fluff! a few swear words, Chris excited to be a dad!!

a/n: this is a part of my Millie and Michael series, but focuses more on Millie, although Michael does make an appearance. hope you enjoy! also the juice thing is something my babydaddy says constantly and idk why lmao. he literally says that i cooked it and he added the broth or the juice and it grosses me out so friggen badly.

Chris had just come back from a walk with his wife and two kids, when he heard Scott and Steve cooking and talking in the kitchen. 6 month old Millie was still strapped to his chest, so he headed into the kitchen to check up on the other couple.

"No!" Scott shouted at his boyfriend. "you're supposed to add the mushrooms before the coconut milk!" Steve busted into laughter as Scott took over.

"hey, whats with all the yelling?" Chris asked, and Millie giggled along. he noticed the phone and walked up to it, after realizing they were doing a live. he waved the camera and laughed as people freaked out about Chris showing up.

"Steve isn't following the directions," Scott complained, and Chris laughed. he read some of the comments on the live while Steve made faces at Millie, prompting her to giggle. as she did so, the comments on the live blew up with how cute she was and it made Chris smile.

"awe, Mills! they think you're adorable," he said before setting the phone back down. he pressed a kiss to her head as he moved about the kitchen and commented on the things that they were doing.

Millie looked up at Chris and blew bubbles at him and he blew some back, causing her to giggle.

a few minutes later, Michael ran into the kitchen. "Daddy!" he said and Chris smiled. "hey bud, whats going on?"

"mommy said me and Millie have to have a nap now." he explained with a sad look on his face. "i'm 9, i don't need a nap!"

you walked into the kitchen with a smile on your face. "i know you're nine, but you ran around quite a bit, and you're about to fall asleep, so lets just go try, okay?" you asked, and Michael sighed. "yes mommy," he said.

Chris handed Millie over to you for a feeding and gave Michael a hug. "listen to your mom, okay? when you wake up you can play minecraft for a little." he promised, and watched the way his son's face lit up.

"okay daddy!" he exclaimed and ran out of the room. you shook your head and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"you're a bad influence, you know." you said and Chris smiled. "that's my job as the fun parent!" he reasoned and you walked away shaking your head.

Chris grabbed the phoned again and began to read through the comments.

"oh my gosh he makes the cutest children," one read, and Chris laughed. "why thank you, but that is all my wife, she's the one that actually made the kid. i just provided the juice."

"CHRIS!" Scott yelled, and both Chris and Steve busted into laughter. "that's so disgusting!"

Chris shrugged while he laughed. "what? she cooked them, i provided the broth! simple as that!" he said before turning back to the phone and away from where Scott was gagging. "omg his shirt says girl dad im melting," another one read, and Chris set the phone down to show off his shirt.

"it does indeed say girl dad. that was how my wife revealed that we were having a girl to me. but look at the back!" he exclaimed and turned around. "it says my last name and the year Millie was born!" he turned around and continued to talk to the phone.

"i swear ever since Michael was born your entire personality is about your kids." Scott said, stirring the pasta.

"haha. fuck you." Chris said in retaliation.

[wthjillie]

~ Relationship Headcanons with baKagami Taiga ~

a/n: BOOYYYYY have I been feelin' lonely lately sO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS 🤩 some fluffy headcanons about my man hehe a lot of these are prolly just things that I WANT in a relationship but more specifically with Kaga-Dummy so I hope you enjoyyyy !!! Also I love love LOVE IT when you reply to my posts or reblog then add your own tags it literally makes me the happiest EVER so please feel free to do so !!!

I swear this boy is secretly hella clingy like sure he doesn't LOVE pda but when y'all alone OOOOOOH it's over he is a clingy puppy GALORE

Even tho he doesn't like puppers hahah he acts like one around you

I CANT EXPLAIN WHY but I just feel IT IN BONES that this man always gets hella flustered when you unexpectedly hold his hand 🥺🥺🥺 ugh I'm such a sucker for this too

also also !! when he starts getting more confident being in a relationship he'll start grabbing your hand subconsciously like it's second nature ahHHHHH so soft so sO soft

Always excited to come home to you or call you immediately after practice or a game/tournament to tell you how it went

Even if you were already there watching, then he'll just ramble about it some more otw home 😅

This man is actually HELLA talkative but only in private hahaha he's always talking about his day to you 😊😊

Sucker for sci-fi movies idek why he just gets so hype for the plot and loves talking about it

Knows all the details to every famous conspiracy theory I swear ask him anything and he'll know

Doesn't 100% love pda but he WILL always kiss you goodbye and quickly say "love you, baby" regardless if it's in public or private

Wow he's so whipped I wanna marry this man

When you've have a long day, you always come home to flowers, a cute little card and a home cooked meal

Okay let's be honest, you almost ALWAYS come home to a home cooked meal

When he has to leave early in the morning (either for practice or an away tournament) he always leaves a sticker note on your forehead saying something like "good morning hun, see you soon <3"

Some people question why you're with him, thinking that he's some rude ass jerk who never does anything but play basketball

But yardy know Kuroko and a couple more of the guys always shut it down and stick up for you and Kagami

Omg ROADTRIPS???? I THINK YESSSS

Off key carpool karaoke !!! Cute vlogs !!! Traveling couple photos !!!

Whenever he catches you singing, he literally stops in his tracks and just stares at you in awe 🥺🥺🥺

(this actually happened to me before, not w Kagami obv, but bruh this makes ME so soft I literally wanna kms)

Complains when you take care of him when he's rarely sick but at the end of the day he actually really appreciates it (he won't say it thou, he's too stubborn)

An absolute S U C K E R when he sees you wearing his clothes liKE ??!!

Extra jersey? UM YES PLS!!!

Oversized tshirt? OF. COURSE.

His massive hoodies? I THINK Y E S

His absolute favourite is when you wear one of his jerseys over one of your own hoodies... you look so cute engulfed in his stuff like that 🥺☺️

Loves loves LOVES your hair

If you have long hair, he's always offering to braid it or try to curl it and if you have short hair, he's always tucking it behind your ear or gently combing his fingers through iT UGGGGH 😩

Okay last one since this is long but Kagami is DEFINITELY the type to always hold doors open for you or hold your school bag or bring you food at lunch or make sure you're hydrated and refill your water bottle or always bring an extra hoodie to school in case you get cold later or walk you to class and pick you up after school to walk you home

It's those small things he always does that come so naturally to the both of you (it's also what people start noticing so they stop questioning why you're with the always brooding, constantly stoic star player of the basketball team)

a/n cont'd: I love Kagami and I hope you do too ☹️☹️☹️ now excuse me as I cry myself to sleep because I don't have a real-life husband like Kagami 😭

[nongnaos]

Liveblogging atots episode 7!

1/4

Skipping over the car crash part bc we all knew this was coming but I do find the recap starting with "Torfun is dead" with the super coffee branding all over the screen as though the coffee could have brought her back to life very funny and weird.

Is this two episodes in a row with Chief at Tian's bedside when he's ill? These guys can't catch a break.

Drama is brewing, is Tian's dad gonna be someone who took resources away from the village or was paid off by the poachers?

CHEEK TOUCHES

Longtae looks so disappointed in Tian wanting to leave.

Omg did Longtae go and wake Phupha up from his nap so he could get Tian to stay? Phupha/naps actual otp..

Chief saying "I'm not here to change your mind, if you want to leave I'll see you off" he's a braver soul than me bc I would be crying telling him not to go. Tian looks so upset though. "Come stay with me" he's really a man of action and I'm smiling so hard and Tian is so flustered. I have too many emotions to contain them...

2/4

Finally a map! Is Tian's house the one that's on its own, near the army camp? That's a fair walk from the village.

Look... not to be like boys are gross but Chief washed nary an armpit and also missed all of the centre of Tian's face when he washed it. I cannot talk about the rest of that scene because I blacked out.

They're being cute again and it has not escaped my notice that Tian is wearing Phupha's tshirt again.

3/4

I'm still laughing at this friend group taking the piss constantly but it must be so awkward for Phupha and Tian 😂 *

Dr. Nam is so suspicious, but I want Tian to have the chance to tell people himself.

Once again Chief is the moral compass for the group of drunk army brats.

The gay flute is back! Omg he's pied piper'd himself a boyfriend. *

Drunk Phupha is so sincere and sad 😔 pls give him a hug! This whole scene has been so sweet though. They're really keeping me on tenterhooks here.

(*19 minutes long and these are the only 2 notes I made bc I was immersed so I'm gonna add more)

4/4

They rebuilt the school! 😭😭😭 Also I'm so happy this show really has kids that seem like kids, they all seem so excited to tell Tian about what they've done. They did really well at making the relationship between Tian and the kids feel so sweet and real too.

Oh no Dr. Nam knows everything!!.. almost.. no, he knows everything.

Noooooo Tian's cryinggggg. And immediately cut to naked Chief ok. I've got nothing to say about that.

[put-me-in-a-movie-mp3]

Hey! Could I be shipped with a stranger things character? <3 prefer male characters! I'm a girl as well. :)

Looks - I'm 5'3, I have wavy ginger hair (my hair color looks more like an old penny red 🧍) it goes down to my back and I also have curtain bangs, I have green/blue eyes, freckles, lowkey pale, I have a small scar between my eyes too! + I wear glasses, I'm overall skinny besides my thighs are more chubby🙏

Personality - I'm a shy person until I warm up to you then I become a chaotic(?), confident, flirty person, I'm little judgemental but only to rude for no reason ppl and ppl who can't respect my boundaries, if that makes sense ☠ also I can be a bit of a people pleaser, always giving ppl food/gum in class LMAO

Hobbies/likes/others - I write, journal, draw/paint, and read..I love books omg, AND baking. I love cats, heavy metal/rock music. I also love sanrio, waffle fries, and brownies. I have a big obsession with stuff animals and pastel colors. My style is full of mini skirts, jeans, band tshirts, regular tshirts, sweatshirts, cute tights/fishnets, crop tops, rings, and necklaces, and cute belts <33, I mainly wear converses but sometimes I wear my docs🤩. I love cute notebooks too and I tend to rumble about things I love, my love language is definitely gift giving, quality time, physical touch..overall I just want attention pls. 🙏

I hope this is good!! Your theme is also very cute :) and have a good day!

Here you are!

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

So I think Billy would be immedatly attracted to you and/or notice you even if he didn't talk to you at all. You would defiantly catch his eye because of how confident you are. Not many girls at Hawkins were confident and put people in there place when they needed to be. You were known for being a good person but you were one to put somebody in there place when they need to be! I could see you catching Billy's eye when you are in the parking lot and he is in his Camaro with Max. He asks Max about you but she has no information. That only makes you more of a mystery to Billy so he asks other people and listens to other people and what they have to say about you before he has the balls to go and say something. And when he does come to say something, it's not something nice or cute. He wants to get a rise out of you. If anything it would be a whistle or him hitting on you so you get his attention.

Hope you liked it! :)

[jjongslight]

In the picture of tm with the brown tshirt, he's got tape around his arm. I know what you just said about speculating (insert buzzfeed unsolved meme😅), but now I'm wondering if it's covering a tattoo 👀. (Grumble grumble) wouldn't be the first time a bae snuck in some ink without any warning. I'm worried. I don't wanna start a rumor so don't feel you have to answer. Just wanted to make you laugh and make you curious 😈

😮 😮 😮  I did notice the tape, but didn’t think anything about it. Omg, I think you might be riiiight. NOOOO. OMFG EVERYTHING HE DOES IS TO PISS ME OFF EVEN MORE. HE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED. LIKE I CAN’T HAVE HIM HAVING ALL THESE TATTOOS OVER HIS BODY. NO I FUCKING REFUSE. 

But why are you worried? 

You did make me curious and this is fun speculating to me so it’s fine hahaha I guess we’ll know soon enough! Thanks for sharing your thoughts!

[batfam-headcanon-blog]

Ah, omg, I'm really sorry! I meant their civvie fashion styles and what kind of clothes they wear outside of vigilantism/day jobs. Omg I'm so sorry for the miscommunication! But that was a really good post too, so double thanks:)

Bruce Wayne - fancy suits all day everyday in various blacks, grays, navys, etc

Alfred Pennyworth - when he isn’t in his butler clothes he wears his pajamas around the house and if he is outside he wears nice pants and a polo

Dick Grayson - his style is always changing and he keeps up with the latest fashion trends so it is never the same thing for too long. looks effortlessly cool even though it takes a lot of effort

Barbara Gordon - messy hair that is pulled back, t-shirt, jeans, converse. she is just trying to blend in and get where she needs to go

Jason Todd - leather jacket, v necks, skinny jeans, combat boots. classic “tough/bad” boy clothes

Cassandra Cain - wears all black clothing and pulls it off. it always looks really good and cool on her but on anyone else it would look like they are trying too hard

Carrie Kelley - t shirt with something on it (probably the bat symbol), jeans, flats. it’s casual and helps them not stick out in a crowd plus the outfit is comfortable

Tim Drake - sweatpants and a t shirt that he picked up off the floor and did the smell test with. probably has a stain on it that he didn’t notice

Stephanie Brown - always looks really good and is keeps up with the latest trends. lots of colors and always looks 12/10

Kate Kane - if she doesn’t think she is going to be notice it is probably god awful like cargo shorts bad. if she thinks she is going to be noticed it’s beanies, flannels, ripped skinny jeans, and doc martens. she describes it as trendy lesbian

Luke Fox - nice shirt, nice pants, some form of converse. it’s not too fancy but it’s not casual it is in the middle somewhere

Tiffany Fox - silly tshirt with some saying on it and and colorful jeans. probably some fun sneakers too, typical 10 year old clothing

Harper Row - cropped top, some form of jacket (i feel she is really into jackets for some reason, black skinny jeans, riding boots. lots of jewelry properly 

Damian Wayne - sweatshirt, jeans, converse. it’s all really good quality stuff but it makes him just blend into the background 

Duke Thomas - likes to stay on trend for the most part but does have his days where it is just sweatpants and a shirt with some old shoes

Helena Wayne - fancy casual (is that a clothing category?) like the clothing is fancy for casual wear but casual for fancy wear

Onyx Adams - ripped jeans, combat boots, cropped top. no jewelry or anything just simple

Jean-Paul Valley - button down but no tie, jeans with a belt, a kind of shoe that dresses up the outfit but doesn’t look out of place

[creek-cryptid-deluxe]

OMG so you know how in my intro (the pinned post, if you've not read it, highly recommend) it describes my bestie J as "me but if I had a dick"? I have something that perfectly illustrates this absolutely undeniable FACT.

So J is in the midst of a very serious alcohol soaked depressive episode. His apartment doesn't help this (in fact after having gone there I'm 98% sure it actively contributes) so this Wednesday (tomorrow) he is moving to a nicer, bigger place that is closer to his job (which means that as a bonus he is closer to me). So Saturday, The Spawn took me to help him pack (by help him I mean I planned on taking charge & packing fucking everything.)

The Spawn & I pull up, and she starts getting out of the car. When I looked at her, she said, "Mom. I need to snuggle J's cats. I mean... and check on J. But the girls..." (J has 2 long haired ginger tabby cats that came from the same litter 7 yrs ago. Their markings are identical so if you know them, you can tell them apart pretty easily. Also, one is now basically a bowling ball of a cat & the other is a lithe little string bean.)

We go up & J is on the porch. Hugs all around (he is one of the few that can hug The Spawn without a fuss) & he steps back, sort of squinting thoughtfully at the old Never Shout Never tshirt The Spawn was wearing. She notices & says "What?"

J says, "Where did you get that shirt?"

Spawn: "Oh it showed up in my collection around the end of middle school. Why?"

J: "You guys were my roommates at the end of your middle school career. I think that's my shirt. Mine has been missing for awhile & was one of my favorites. How did you even get it?"

Me: "Man, anyone who lives in the same house as her is at risk for having their shit pilfered. Every couple weeks she comes downstairs in a sweatshirt my dad has owned since I was a little kid that says 'Co-ed Naked Hockey, on the ice it's twice as nice'. She isn't discriminatory."

We go inside & are all chatting while she cuddles the cats. They make plans to skydive together for her graduation/18th birthday next summer because they both want to do it. The Spawn suddenly says "J. You keep looking at the shirt. Do you want it back?"

J: "No, no... well, kinda, but if anyone was going to steal it, you're the person I'd allow to."

The Spawn: "Give me shirt to change into & you can have it back."

J: "Ok, ok. Here, this is one of my favorites."

The Spawn: "Omg trading one of your favorites to get another favorite back doesn't make sense, you nerd! Just give me a shirt you don't give a shit about."

J: "Maybe I want to use you having one of my favorites as an excuse to see you."

The Spawn: "Man, you are moving right behind my favorite boba tea shop. I go there daily & if you think I'm not going to regularly detour to kick down your apartment door, you are deeply mistaken."

A trade was made, then The Spawn departed to get ready for work & I really took stock of the place I was meant to pack up. I looked around & realized it's no fucking wonder he's depressed & basically drinking himself to death. This 'apartment' is 3 rooms & a closet. The bathroom, kitchen, & main room because it's a studio. Which in itself isn't a problem, BUT the square footage of the main room is 300 sq ft at MOST. For perspective, he has a queen sized bed. He has it in the middle of a wall. There was 2.5 ft of space on either side of the bed, & probably about 5 ft from the foot to the wall with the closet. So no room, no natural light. It's legit just a box.

I spent a few hours being a whirlwind of efficiency, packing up everything he wasn't going to use over the course of the next few days & labeling it, which chatting with him about the random nonsense we chat about. As a bonus while I packed his closet, he tried on many of his long sleeved button down shirts with the sleeves rolled up a bit (because that's how he wears them) to see if he still liked how they fit.

Oh, yeah, did I mention that he's still as gorgeous as the day I met him back 7 years ago? Yeah. A bit too thin for my comfort health wise but I'm working on being intrusive & basically harassing him via text to eat daily, since that's not been a thing as of late apparently.

After all packing was done for the day, we were just hanging out, doing our platonic comfortable cuddling deal that we do, (I'll explain this as best I can below) & I told him I had a video to show him that makes me laugh every time I watch it & I was pretty sure it would have a similar effect on him. He said he had one, too, & he'd pull it up on his tv while I pulled mine up on my phone. I got mine up just as he did, so he paused the tv (which I hadn't looked at because I was scrolling to find the video), & I started playing the video. He started laughing & goes "Omg I love this. Look at the tv, hon." This man had pulled up THE EXACT SAME VIDEO because he thought it would make me laugh. He put his arm around me, kissed my head, & said, "I absolutely love that we both pulled the same video to cheer each other up. You are absolutely the best."

The video in question: (sound is CRUCIAL.)

Mkay, so the cuddle explanation.... I think needs its own post. Give me a bit to gather the mental capacity to tackle that.

Meantime, don't steal my crap. Just like... don't.