#angry scientist man...................

[coolfireguy73]

Old medic telling his surgery stories to a bunch of kids who look super into it with there horrified parents in the back ground

And an angry dad as a bonus :)

[tiecladartist]

So between Vander to Warwick, Viktor to Machine Herald, and Powder to Jinx, season two is definitely going to have an underlying theme of becoming a "Monster" (in quotations because I'm just going off of the "monster you created" vibes, but more accurately it'll be exploring a permanent loss of self, or finding one's true self/freedom in a form not typically accepted by others. Even the cities have been transformed from what they were before due to traumatic events beyond the control of the people affected).

I am very excited for this.

[songofwizardry]

so I had the summer (in reality, like… almost three months) off from one of my volunteering roles and I’m 20 minutes into my first meeting back and I am already so irritated and angry. maybe this is Not A Good Sign.

[b-bing]

One of my favorite things about sharing ocs with friends is when they find an official character that shares traits with ur guy and it's always like THAT character is the one that is like YOUR oc and not the other way around. "This character reminds me of ur scrunglo." Yeah. That's right. My character is the prime. The alpha. All those other ones are just copying him.

[oldestmakkapakkafan]

God, I'm trying soo hard to not be attracted to him

[curiouschaosstarlight]

yessss do all of them. For gensh <3

(I had to take this off of the official numbered list because my rambles are just too rambly, and tumblr started yelling at me......) 1.) my beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world fave: Bennett!! Bennett, Bennett, Bennett, I choose Bennett-- Also Chongyun and Freminent. Somft boys. Doing their best. Also could kick your ass. Also I have all of them. :3c (...Very sad that I had to take Chongyun off my main team, because Bennett's about to C6 and render him useless.)

2.) my trash-shit fave: I have no idea what this means, but I'm gonna guess that Dottore and Scaramouche belong here-- Especially Dottore; he's the guy giving me the MOST brainworms right now. (But I can't share most of the brainworms because I'd have to explain all the reasons why my version of him turned out the way he did, then be told I'm wrong anyway, so.) Anyways, I love Scaramouche/Wanderer's entire story, I love that he Has Problems but those problems aren't JUST that he's a little asshole bitch for no reason like fandom keeps trying to claim. Also I want!! Playable Dottore!! I want him so bad. Sure sure, to some people having him redeemed would be soooooo boring, but- Personally, I only have a certain amount of fun with villains that are villains for the evulz, and I LOVE characters with Potential (potential for both better and worse, sometimes even for the same reasons); also a lot of certain little details about Dottore gives me the vibes that he isn't the one-note crazy man basically everyone writes him as, which is apparently, supposedly backed up by the actual og Chinese writing of a few things. And I genuinely think that ANY way they go about redeeming him/making him playable -- be it revealing Tragic Backstory reasons, or a begrudging process, or "well I've decided I like and respect you, so sure, I'll behave, for now >:)" -- would be interesting no matter what they go for!! ...I'm genuinely gonna cry a bit if they do opt to just kill him off ;v; but if Gensh goes that route, I do hope it's at least to an epic boss fight or something. Full monster transformation, if possible.

3.) my I love to hate them fave: God, I have no idea, I'm not usually the type outside of very specific characters. I guess Signora might qualify? ...I'm not gonna earn much love with that one-- She's just, like...tragic backstory? Check. Pretty lady with beautiful theming and massive tits? Check. Front-story bitch? Yeah that's pretty fun! ...Why is it so hard to force her character to shift in writeys. Like, even thinking about alternate ways events could go on my own, it's like...she owns her own girlboss so hard, it borders on Ungrateful behavior (which tends to be one of the few kinds of behaviors characters can have that grind on my nerves). Apparently there's a chance she might get revived in Natlan, and honestly I'm hoping. I don't think it'll be the worst thing in the world if it doesn't happen, but I sure would like the excuse to put her back in the oven to bake some more, without having to wait for my brain to become actually hooked on her to do it.

4.) my I hate to love them fave: This one's gonna sound weird; Faruzan. ...Okay, okay, let me explain- So, y'all know how Faruzan had a boosted drop rate when Wanderer was first released? (...And I think it happened again when his banner came back around, but that's not important--) I was. SO. DAMN. DESPERATE. to get Wanderer. I had picked out a name for him months in advance (well, tentatively; some leaks a friend was looking at said you could name him, and I wasn't 100% convinced but I wanted to be PREPARED in case it really was true, and then it was!), both of my friends (including Devoid here <3) were pulling for him as well, and both got him before I did, which intensified my desire to get him. I had been saving up. I was doing SO MANY TEN PULLS. And I got. SO. MANY. FARUZANS. I think I had one ten pull that was, like, four Faruzans in a row. I had her C6'd extremely early on into my pulls, and then she just kept showing up. It was driving me mad. I don't really get too bothered by a character's in-game actions unless they're a specific kind of irksome, but messing with my pulls? That bothers me a lot-- Eventually I did get Wanderer, but I'd also gotten like...twenty or forty Faruzans in the process or something like that. It was ridiculous. And I was all set to just hate her forever. ...But then, like...her hangout comes out and that was really good. And then the event with Wanderer, Kaveh, Tighnari, and everyone happened, and THAT was also really good, and she's so affectionate towards Collei and hnnnnnn...Why's she have to be such a good character with such great taste in other characters?? Save me--

5.) my I wouldn’t piss on them if they were on fire non-fave: So, you know how I said that character actions don't tend to bother me outside of certain traits? Fucking. Royce. I hate Royce. I mean- I view Benny's entire ex-team rather unfavorably, but Royce's "almost-has-a-realization-just-to-backtrack-and-yell-at-Benny-again" behavior drives me up the goddamn wall. I'm sure there's other NPCs that piss me off but no one else I can remember by actual actions or name. I do have some playable characters I don't really like at all, but this category is very strongly worded for those feelings. (No hate to any Royce fans out there >////////< And also apologies, but this is probably the only time I'm gonna talk about him anyway, at least by name)

6.) my I didn’t care about them either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about them now I can’t stand them non-fave: I've been avoiding most fandom content precisely for this reason!! (...Unfortunately I've still gotten exposed to a bunch of shitty fan takes, but it for the most part hasn't shaken my character opinions much. My ship opinions however...) ...The most popular takes of Scaramouche and Dottore (by fans and non-fans alike) have only further solidified my personal vibes of wanting them more sympathetic and avoiding one-note portrayals like the plague. Signora has been on thin ice for a while because so many people are really fucking aggravating in regards to her, but she's yet to budge because I do feel mildly compelled about her. So hopefully that sticks. But I WILL absolutely despise Capitano out of sheer fan spite if he's revealed to be the 1st Harbinger, and there's a ~secret 10th Harbinger~, that is just, like...It's almost kinda neat, but so many people are being so bullheaded and shitty about it (mostly on reddit, I think), to the point it's invaded the wiki that I otherwise really respect for all the work that goes into it, that he just better fucking be the 10th or I will be UPSET.

7.) my I could take them or leave them kinda non-fave: Honestly, most of the cast. Up until about Sumeru, I really only cared about 2-5 characters per nation. Then with Sumeru and Fontaine, they've really knocked it out of the park with characters I absolutely adore and only one or two that kinda just fade out of my memory. I won't say which ones. !!!!!! IMPORTANT NOTE!! This has nothing to do with writing quality or design quality or "oh my subjective opinion is absolute fact and anyone who disagrees with me is a dumb stupid idiot with no taste" or anything like that- It's just that I wasn't vibing too strongly with most characters; not for any necessary particular reason or failure on Mihoyo's part or anything like that. Just how it turned out.

8.) my I will go down with this ship and I won’t put my hands up and surrender, there will be no white flag above my door. I’m in love and always will be fave ship: Dottore x Scaramouche is my BIGGEST ship right now, especially onesided. Especially reluctantly reciprocated. Primarily on Dottore's side. Also Fem Traveler/Lumine/Lillian x Everyone. Also Enjou x his weird "go ahead and beat me up" fetish-- Keep being funky you strange, fiery demon man. Love him. (Also Alhaitham x Kaveh, though I generally don't like looking at the fandom art for it unless my friend handpicks out the art for me, because their ver of Kaveh did irreversible damage to my brain and now when I see trans!Alhaitham and cis!Kaveh, my brain gets SO CONFUSED. It's just like "????? But that should be reversed, tho, obviously???" Like...no brain...it's not obvious. It's fine. You're just Attached.)

9.) my dirtybadwrong fave ship: Apparently Scaramouche/Kabukimono x Niwa is real controversial, which is very sad because I fucking love it, and also it seems like such an obvious and easy-to-like pick to me :P Also Kaeya x Diluc, which I know would/will? get me headhunted if this post shows up for the majority of the fandom. I'm probably forgetting a good amount of ships at the moment, but... (+ Bonus for both 8 and 9, but my extra myriad of Dottore ships where I'd probably have to explain how I ended up where I ended up, which means I'd have to explain the way I write Dottore, which means I'd have to explain-) ...Also Neuvillette x Furina APPARENTLY fucking qualifies, because as we all know, if the girl is short and cute and femme, she's automatically a child!! :) Don't y'all totes know she's Neuvillette's little baby girl daughter and not an adult and totally wasn't RUNNING AN ENTIRE NATION AS THEIR ARCHON for LITERAL FUCKING CENTURIES? Nope! Neuvillette, the person that totally wasn't working under her that entire time, has all the power in that dynamic, and totes sees her as a daughter, so it's problematic!!

10.) my they’re cute together and I dig them but I’m not all that terribly invested kinda fave ship: Most ships in the fandom, tbh. See- the problem is I don't really like protag Aether takes, and I'm just amicable to about 70% of the cast. And I might be a massive multishipping slut with few standards, but I do need to Feel Something towards characters to then Feel Something towards the ships, and when the general vibes I have with a character is "ah, they're neat" or "I like 'em well enough" or even "I don't really like them", that's just the kind of ~amicable vibes~ that lends to me going "that's cute! ...Anyway"

11.) my I didn’t care about this ship either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about it now I can’t stand it non-fave ship: Well, I have two. I won't say one because I think my vaguing gets more obvious if I say it outright, but someone I was following seriously bashed [ship I like a lot] while going "why dont people like THIS ship instead??? It's WAY BETTER!!", and. lemme tell you. If you want me to UTTERLY DESPISE your fave character or ship, the best way to do that is praise your fave while bashing another character or ship!! Fuck me, it doesnt even have to be a character or ship I even like, but for some reason it always fucking is. Like the sheer amount of people that go "Why dont people like [character] more??? They're much better than ITTO!!" like. 1. fuck you. 2. Itto has a MUCH LOUDER presence than whatever character you're trying to praise. 3. why does everyone always try to go after [specific ship I like a lot], or Itto? It's always them. Like they're making some big sweeping statement of "oh THAT dumb thing is getting attention for no reason!!" when like...entertainment factor, you knuckleheads. They're just onscreen and instantly make an impression. I'm really, really sorry your fave doesn't get as much attention, I get it, I really do, I've had barely popular/outright bashed faves before, but y'all actively hurt your case rather than helping it when you try to tear other characters/ships down to build yours up. I get that you're frustrated, but it's not fucking helping. Cut that shit out and then get back to me. Anyways. The other one that bothers the shit out of me for far more petty reasons is Wriothesley x Neuvillette, which. I feel bad about, to be fair. I feel sorta guilty for not liking it, because it definitely has potential. There's just one problem-- one of my biggest fucking pet peeves is ship bashing/attempted ship sinking (-gestures at my sarcasm a bit earlier-, which also sums up half of why I despise "child-coding" and "oh!! this small girl character is TOTES the daughter to these two gay men and definitely not responsible or mature in her own right uwu totally needs to be babysat by her two gay dads!!") in conjunction with people obsessing over other ships, and with Wriotheo and Nuevy, it started BEFORE the update happened and we actually saw any interactions. Like. I get it. They're two hot men and gay ships are hella popular. But with it occurring way before the update, thus way before any canonical interactions, it just felt like people were fucking desperate to make sure neither character could be straight-shipped with the two "children" they were actually working with (two full-ass adults, Furina and Sigewinne), which just drives me up the fucking wall. (And I can understand being uncomfortable with shipping characters that kinda resemble children, but I've seen way too many people go above and beyond any reasonable reaction to that sorta thing.) I want to like this ship. I really do. It could definitely be really good. But it's gonna take, like, a year or two, when we're in Snezhnaya and my frustration becomes a petty dumb memory instead of something I want to rant over. (...I'm sure this is gonna come back to bite me pretty hard, 'cause if this post makes the rounds people are gonna rush to be like "oh you're not OPPRESSED by gay ships!!" -> No one ever says they are unless they're a real smooth-brained fuckhead, "Oh, so we can't just have fun anymore??" -> I'm apparently not allowed to have fun, so neither are y'all. :\ If I can take fifty-million fans constantly trying to call me a terrible person for liking any of the ships and characters and takes I like, y'all can take one "this got on my nerves and I'm still mad even though I know it's dumb and petty")

12.) my MAKE IT STOP non-fave ship: Ready for me to burn another bridge? ...Can't stand Yae Miko x Raiden Shogun. Like- I see it, I absolutely see it, and I think it absolutely works, but. well. guess what? Guess that happened?? Shitty fans. Shitty fans that INSIST Yae Miko is canonically a man-hating lesbian and froth at the mouth if you dare even imply she MIGHT be the tiniest bit interested in a guy. I can't quite articulate how much I HAAAAATE when people try to claim their headcanon as canon and then treat other fans like shit for "violating canon" (that doesn't actually exist -- and god, even if it did, some of the behavior I've seen really goes above and beyond any realm of acceptability), and yeah. This is one of the biggest offenders. In general, I've noticed way more vitriol and toxicity out of f/f fans than any other kind of fan lately, and that is...ugh. again, I get it. Out of the ship combinations, f/f is probably the least popular in general and all that, and when you feel like your favorite stuff is getting passed over again and again for stuff you can't see the appeal in (trust me, I can relate, I've been in a LOT of fandoms), it's really, really frustrating. But also can we stop being shitty to other fans over subjective opinions? Fandom's supposed to be fun. I shouldn't feel like every other fan I follow would hate my guts over the pettiest of preference differences. (Yes this goes for more than just f/f fans, ofc, it's just those are the ones I've noticed the most recently.) !!! -> Please don't feel bad about liking any of the ships I listed ;v; For any reason-- I did Not put them down to shame anyone, and I don't judge anyone for liking ships and characters I don't like. I do judge behavior towards other fans, and if someone's really hostile to "competing" ships/characters, that also bothers me, but that's it. It's not the content itself that has or will ever bother me, so I really do hope no one who's reading this feels bad about their preferences...

->-> Primarily Unrelated but One thing that I lovehate about this, aside from the fact that if a bunch of people see this entire thing I'm DEFINITELY getting hatemail/a callout/something, but it also gives the impression I'm massively into m/m, which is amusing and frustrating at the same time. (Not the first time this sort of thing has happened, and I'm always self-conscious about it, because I hate when people have Incorrect Takes about my feelings/opinions, especially when I've openly described them but the other person's like "lol nope, I associate you with this more, so this is the truth now". Hate that shit.)

I'm actually primarily a m/f shipper (which honestly might be more controversial on tumblr, specifically tumblr, I'm not an ignorant dumbass about other places on the internet), that's just not how it turned out for Gensh, where I wound up mostly into the guy characters. Before I got extremely into Scaramouche (and then Dottore), Lumine/Lillian was my primary favorite character and the one I was focused on shipping with. She was also, like...the female character I liked the most, which I'm given to understand is an odd thing to say, I guess? Because western people don't usually like the protags of games?? Which is so weird to me. (<- Fresh off the Persona fandom where the Persona protags are also in my, like, top 5 characters of their respective games, and that is a hugely unpopular take for some reason.) (Though I guess I'm pretty weird in how I tend to play games and develop the protagonist's personality in my head + I usually prefer to play the fem character -> the fem protag of a game tends to be in my top 10 favorite characters)

For anyone curious, my preferences go m/f -> f/f -> m/m (least favorite), but that is also extremely arbitrary because of a few different factors, but primarily because I will write basically anything and everything. If I'm writing it and I'm having fun, then nothing bothers me, and I'll come up with all sorts of ships for all sorts of reasons. (Usually ships occur on a whim during rps, which then makes it hard to explain how I got to that result outside of rps...)

Anyways, I hope I explained my reasonings well enough m(_ _)m I could definitely ruffle more feathers if I, like, posted a character tier list or something, and I'm kinda tempted anyway, because...I dunno, a tiny part of my brain is like "hehe, stick it to the man >:3c", I guess? Despite the fact I would definitely not be actually "sticking it" to anyone, like If no one cared what I thought before, they're super not gonna care after this--

[s0fter-sin]

not me morbius posting in the year of our lord 2023 but i just watched eddy burback’s watching morbius five times video and it got me thinking about the potential milo’s motive had

the suggestion of milo being possessive over morbius that they then just kind of ignored could’ve been a really unique motive. yes, being resentful of able bodied people after being disabled his entire life works but what if they capitalised on morbius essentially claiming him (that again goes nowhere)? he renamed him, he saved his life. in milo’s mind, they could have ownership over each other. they share the same rare illness and became friends, they managed to live longer than they expected, there has to be reason they met, right? something higher than just coincidence, it was fate

that then gives a good explanation as to why he funds everything he wants and why/how he became rich; hes not smart enough to follow him in his career so he injects himself into his life the only way he can: with his money. play more to him being obsessed with morbius and wanting to be a vampire so they can be the same again; not to be healthy or better than humanity, only so they share this super rare and unique to them connection again and thats why he kills the nurse and the father figure doc and attacks marlene. they were threats to his place in morbius’ life and that couldn’t happen

get rid of the “we’re better than everyone, we can be gods” or whatever it was and have his entire motive being his obsession over morbius

[xazse]

okay hear me out…. reverse hybrid au… with tigerhybrid!sukuna bc nobody else can handle him because he’s so aggressive and overbearing .. so reader is their last resort zoo caretaker and they’re is shocked at how it’s like reader has a leash on tigerhybrid!sukuna 😚

I’VE GOT IT?

Synopsis: You’re head of a completely different department so why are you being asked to help with an odd situation?

Warnings: Female!reader + Mean!Sukuna + cringe tropes (sorry) + Hybrid!Sukuna: ears and a tail + heat + cumming inside + doggy + NOTPROOFREAD!!! + obsessed!Sukuna

Pairings: Tigerhybrid!Sukuna x female!Reader

Notes: I’m really working to improve my writing for you guys!! Esp my non-English speakers

“Miss please you know we would never beg like this if it wasn’t urgent.”

“I don’t specialize in that field, how many times must I tell you?”

You were getting sick of these scientists coming to you more often than normal, there’s three right now begging for you to take on a case that you didn’t want to do.

“Sukuna is out of control, he’s already injured five of our best, now they refuse to work with him”

“And I should be the sixth?” You say with a quirk of your brow.

They all stop and stare at one another, you have a good ass point what makes them think that you’ll be the antidote for their beast they decided to keep.

“Like I said, my stance on this won’t change.”

Another voice in the doorway of your office speaks up: “I’ll upgrade your pay and have you transferred up.”

Your ears perk up at this offer, to go even further where you are right now means business and a fuck ton of money. On the flip side it means facing whatever they’re against but you’ve always been a little greedy for money so you oblige.

The scientists made sure to throw you in the thinnest garments: “to let him know you don’t have anything on you.” As they put it.

They also had told you no sudden movements and to talk with him in a calm manner, show him you aren’t afraid and find out what’s been making him so angry lately. Easy peasy except your life is on the line!

You disregard any negative thoughts of death and make your way into the place where they keep their hybrids, it’s like little apartments where they can do as they please in return for information on their biology, as far as you know they love it here. You’ve once met puppy!hybrids Satoru and Suguru they were very sweet men, needy but sweet.

Your first step into the apartment is met with a strong smell, a smell of something primal if that even has a smell. It’s warm.

You start poking around his place, checking his fridge and looking for anything out of the ordinary, nothing seems amiss though. It’s not until you come up to one of the doors and hear slight noises. You press your ear up closer making the noise more clearer: whining it sounds like whining.

Could he perhaps be In pain? You knock three times and announce you’re coming in. The door clicks and you start slowly pulling it open. You see the man in all his glory resting upon his bed, arms wrapped around his pillow and an unreadable expression.

Sukuna is big, he’s a big man compared to all the other hybrids, he’s brimming with pure muscle. Does he workout in here? Your thoughts are interrupted by slight growling: he’s warning you. Step any close r and he will have no choice but to harm you.

You pay him no mind, instead you step fully in and start looking around without a care in the world.

“You’re making trouble- why is that?” You say while looking through his dresser.

“You’re being extremely nosy, leave before I kill you.” He threatens harshly.

“If you harm me I’ll have you sent somewhere else, I know where you come from and I’m assuming you don’t want to go back.”

The room goes eerily silent like he’s making a choice, he opens his mouth to speak but a groan accidentally slips past his lips.

Oh… the big oaf is in heat, and top scientists couldn’t tell or try to track his cycle?

“You in heat big guy?”

“No-“

“Such a liar, I’m not here to make fun of you, I’m here to make sure you get proper help.”

“The only way I’ll get proper help is if I fuck someone.” So damn blunt you think to yourself.

He continues speaking: “I think you know they won’t allow that though.”

“Would you like some toys? I can request that for you.”

“Useless.”

You let out the loudest sigh and plop down on his fluffy bed. Bending your head in his direction you see he’s not looking at your face but your body, eyes fully trained on your pert nipples because of the cold.

You allow the poor suffering hybrid to mount you, putting a good bit of his weight on your back you can feel the outline of his thick meaty cock resting near your cunt and ass.

He’s hard, fully hard and probably has been for a while: you feel almost a little bad.

Sukuna doesn’t waste anytime grinding down against you, it feels so fucking good, his cock is accepting anything even if it’s the bare minimum. Everytime he meets your ass he whines, such a needy tiger you coo.

He’s ignoring all the dirty little comments you send his way too focused on the only good sensation he’s felt for a while, his hand doesn’t compare to your rounded ass. You reach between your legs and pull his shorts down, letting his cock bob free for a minute before he’s pushing up against you again.

He’s producing so much precum that youCan feel it through your silky garments.

“Smells so good… really good.” “Mhhhphmmm-“ he’s now being open with his groans too focused on the feeling of his tip prodding your clothed pussy. His swishing tail is within your eyesight, you grab it and rub it for extra stimulation.

You help him a little bit by bouncing your ass against him. He places his head in the crook of your neck and starts nibbling on your neck, you can feel how sharp his damn teeth are and pray to yourself he isn’t going to bite you: killing you in the process.

He doesn’t do any of that instead he just lightly bites, using no strength at all. While he’s busying tearing up your neck you slip your panties off, grabbing his fat length and teasing your wet hole. Just feeling it in your hand has your body burning up in arousal it’s been a while since you’ve had a cock, especially a cock his size.

You slowly start inching it in, the stretch is so damn unbearable and uncomfortable. When he feels what you’re doing he starts moving his hips already. An impatient thing such as him isn’t gonna wait. He gets about halfway in and you feel a thick liquid fill you, did this beast just cum? Already?

“Nhhhnn.. fuck-..” this doesn’t deter him because he’s sitting fully on his knees and pulling you flush against him, his entire length snuggly inside your pussy. He doesn’t wait to bounce you back on him, you can’t comprehend anything properly so shocked by how he just made you take every inch of him.

Your lashes flutter closed as he ruts into you like you’re the damn sex tox he’s been given, one he wasn’t gonna take care of properly. His hold on you is extremely tight so you can do nothing but take him fully, even when your walls threaten to constrict around him he pushes through it and keeps fucking Into you.

You allow him, allow him to thrust like a wild animal, mercilessly pulling all the way out of you just to slam back in. Drool is seeping down your neck where he’s latched on in droves. He’s far too gone, pussy has never felt this good.

By the end Sukuna is still rutting uselessly, he’s not even hard anymore he just can’t stop leaking cum nor has that good euphoric feeling stopped. He’s made a mess of your pussy, his cum and yours seeping down your thighs and onto his ruined sheets.

Hes licking at your face and you can hear a deep rumbling in his chest, this big hybrid is purring in content. Any attempt to move from under him is completely halted, he won’t let you move even an inch.

He begins sucking on your nipples, they’re definitely gonna be sore later but now it seems he just wants comfort and you fully give that to him. Rubbing his ears and whispering sweet nothings to him.

After that incident Sukuna is completely attached, he constantly whines for you to come see him including the scientists also calling for you to calm him down. He won’t let you have a moments peace.

Even when you tell him you’re extremely busy he’s having none of it, if he wants you to laze around and do nothing but rub him or praise/coddle him he completely expects it!

As his mate you’re meant to be with him all the time you should be grateful he’s even letting you leave the nest.

You were left fully shocked when he first called you his mate but the scientists explained that you were his first and now you are his last, they had all praised you because testing was made easier if you were there.

They’re all surprised to see him completely like mush under you, like one time when it was time for his blood to be drawn he made you come and sit in his lap while he had it taken. The doctors said he seemed to be completely smitten with you, in love and so possessive.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

"The Atlanteans worship a goddess named Amdo and use fish people — men and women operated upon so that they can breathe under the sea — to farm the plankton-based food on which they survive. A deranged scientist, Professor Zaroff, has convinced them that he can raise their city from the sea, but actually, he plans to drain the ocean into the Earth's molten core so that the resultant superheated steam will cause the planet to explode."

You might think the actual plot of this story is less batshit fuckin insane than it sounds, that maybe with context it actually makes perfect sense or at least makes some basic kind of sense but no no I assure you, this story is, if anything, even more fuckin bonkers than you might think reading this

No word of a lie, here's the actual exchange that establishes Zaroff's motivation and reason for doing ANY of this (I am not paraphrasing here this is an exact quote from the story)

Doctor: Tell me Professor....why do you want to blow up the world?

Professor Zaroff: THE A C H I E V E M E N T MY DEAR DOCTOR!

THE SCIENTISTS DREAM OF S U P R E M E P O W E R!

The Underwater Menace The TARDIS arrives on an extinct volcanic island. Before long, the travellers are captured and taken into the depths of the Earth, where they find a hidden civilisation — the lost city of Atlantis.

The Atlanteans worship a goddess named Amdo and use fish people — men and women operated upon so that they can breathe under the sea — to farm the plankton-based food on which they survive. A deranged scientist, Professor Zaroff, has convinced them that he can raise their city from the sea, but actually, he plans to drain the ocean into the Earth's molten core so that the resultant superheated steam will cause the planet to explode.

The travellers meet up with two shipwreck survivors, Sean and Jacko, who persuade the fish people to rebel and stop work. The Doctor eventually foils Zaroff's plan, but only by breaking down the sea walls and flooding the city. Zaroff drowns, but everyone else escapes.

Voyage of the Damned A spacecraft set on an apocalyptic collision course with Earth, a host of killer robot angels and an evil severed-headed mastermind — it's just another Christmas for the Tenth Doctor…

[bet-on-me-13]

Desperate Villain Danny AU

(this is a 17 yr old danny)

It started out slowly.

First, a few of Danny's less active Rouges stopped showing up at all. He didn't really notice, and just assumed that they had finally had their Fill of their Obsession for a while and would simmer down for a bit.

Then, some more of his Rouges stopped showing up. No big deal, but he is getting a little concerned for them. They had definitely not had their fill of their Obsessions yet, why did they stop?

Then, the worst started happen. All of his actual Ghost Friends start to disappear. Ember, Kitty, Johnny, even Amorpho, they all start to not show up at all in the Living World.

He goes looking for them in Realms, but he can't find any of them whatsoever. He tries asking around, but everybody else noticed the disappearances much earlier than him and began to hide away from whatever was taking all of the strong Ghosts. He can't find anybody, and the ones he does find won't tell him anything (or don't know themselves)

It takes weeks of searching, but eventually he gets his answer.

The GIW show up in Amity again after a period of absolutely no activity. They have stepped up their operations HARD. Advanced Ghost Hunting Equipment, Much more Competent Agents, and most worrying of all, they seem to know that Phantom is friends with Sam, Tucker, and Danny Fenton.

The GIW comes to his house for a Meeting with his parents, where he overhears them offering his parents a position in their Organization as Head Scientists. While there they also manage to plant Bugs in Danny's room somehow. Although he finds them quickly enough and destroys them.

And then, one night during dinner while his parents are ranting about the GIWs Labs, they mention something that cinches it for Danny.

"And today we even got to Dissect one of the Spooks! It was that Mind Controlly one, you know the one with the blue firey hair stuff that sang a bunch! We're going back tomorrow to continue our Study, this time we'll see how long it'll pretend to experience pain before it decides to give up on tricking us!"

That night, Danny packed up all his things, destroyed the Ghost Portal alongside everything else in his parents Lab, and left his house.

He tracked down the GIW Base, saved Ember from her Cell, and decimated the surrounding Area. No survivors, none of the research is preserved, and he left the Site Director alive to question him.

Turns out, the GIW had managed to Reverse Engineer the Ghost Portal from that brief period of time where they had taken control of Fenton Works. They had been using their own Portal to kidnap any Ghost they could get their hands on. Using the research from those subjects, they perfected their Ghost Hunting Tech and started going after the bigger fish.

"But good luck finding it, Ecto Scum! The Portals location was hidden to everybody, even me!" He said.

"Where are the others!" Danny cried. He was losing control of his appearance by this point. After seeing what they had done to Ember, he was too angry to maintain his Humanoid Form successfully. Even now, with most of his control, he could hear the Static in the air around him, and see the Glitching of his hands as they clenched this Monsters clothes.

"Scattered!" He said with a crazed laugh, "We knew we couldn't contain all of them, so we send them to all of our sites across the Country! You'll never find them!"

Without another word, Danny plowed his arm through the man's chest.

He turned around, picking up Embers weakened Body, before beginning his long flight to Wisconsin. Vlad still owed him a few Favors after all, and honestly his mentorship offers seemed VERY Tempting right now.

(Why reject him if you don't care about keeping your dad alive anymore?)

...

The JLA had recently received a distress signal from somewhere in the middle of some random Forest in Illinois, but when they got to the location, all they found was a crater filled with the ruins of some kind of Military Base, and so so many Bodies.

They had managed to figure out that this was a Government Site owned by an organization called the GIW. A Paranormal Investigation Wing of the Government focused on the study and capture of Supernatural Beings called Ecto-Entities, otherwise referred to as Ghosts.

As it turns out, an Ecto-Entity that had been terrorizing the local town for a few years now had made a drastic change in normal behavior and had attacked the GIW Base that had been posted there.

They would have destroyed it years ago, but this one was unnaturally powerful. It had eluded their capture and terrorized the Town for years, but they had too much pride to contact the JLA and admit that they needed help. And honestly until now, they didn't really need it. The Entity had been entirely confined to the singular town, and had not strayed from that behavioral Pattern in the 3 years since it's inital sighting. They had made the difficult choice to leave it there, sacrificing one town in exchange for the rest of the country.

But now they did need their help. This Entity, this Phantom, was one of the most powerful beings that had ever recorded, maybe even The Most Powerful. The fact that it had left the Secluded town it usually frequented meant that it was loose to wreak havoc across the rest of the world.

The JLA Needed to Find this thing, and Fast.

[moody-alcoholic]

These Violent Delights

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe. It's implied reader is American.

141 have a simple mission; destroy an underground compound working on creating chemical weapons. Then they find you, and become exposed to a world they never knew existed. They want to find a cure, you just want your freedom. For now you have to live with each other.

Chapter 1 - The Sweet Escape

Chapter summary: You've been trapped for so long, so many years. Now you've been rescued, but you've dragged others into this horrible world. A world you don't even know that well yourself.

CW: a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, mentions of heat cycles, mentions of knotting scenting typical a/b/o universe tropes, mentions of abuse, mentions of injuries, fighting, mentions of animal abuse.

Credit to the amazing; @rememberwren who helped beta read, correct my grammar and helped with ideas no matter how crazy they seem.

Masterlist - next AO3

Enjoy <3

The first thing you see is the the light. You had always been kept in a dark room, a dark place. Cold and dark, being surrounded by strangers, scientists, people you only got to meet in passing. People who stare at you, poke you, whisper things around you like you’re an animal they’re studying.

The next thing is the voices, shouting, it sounds almost foreign to your ears. Maybe this is it, this is the end, the horror stories they would tell you to scare you into submission were coming true. 

You drag yourself across to the corner of your room. The bland square room you’ve been imprisoned in for longer than you can remember, a place you had dreamt of leaving. Now you want nothing more than to stay.

Maybe the people know who you are, know how important you are? It’s the smell next, 4 of them in total, 4 men. The hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You’ve had a lot of training when it comes to determining scent, they smell angry, focused. It doesn’t help that you know the only scent you’re putting out is fear. 

You hug your legs tight, shivering, the room now lighting up more and more as doors open and close. You hear voices, gunfire, you slap your hands around your ears trying to block out the noise. It makes you jump. The scent is stronger now, they’re close, you hold your breath, and close your eyes as the door to your room is flung open.

“Price we’ve got a civilian!” a man shouts. You can’t see him through your tear filled eyes. He’s shining a light in your face, he lowers it as you try to pull yourself deeper into the corner. Another man appears, he smells different. He steps into the room bending down in front of you. The light moves from your face down your body, you can make out the features of the man in front of you. He doesn't seem angry. He’s on your level as he looks you over. 

“Hello, what are you doing here?” he asks. You’re too stunned to speak. He smells kind, calm, collected. You stare at him wide eyed. What if he’s masking? What if this is all just one big test? You whisper your name. It’s all you can manage. 

“What happened to your leg?” he asks, shining a light on it. You don’t know what to say. It was punishment for trying to leave. Would he believe you? 

“Can you walk?” he asks. You shake your head. You probably could, you just don’t want to. He stands back up. 

“Charges are set captain, Soap’s got an itchy trigger finger,” a new voice says. His scent is rough, masculine, then it’s almost like he has no scent at all. He makes you scared, nothing like the scent coming off the other two. It’s all you have to go off, determining whether you should trust them or not.

You blink tears away getting a closer look at them. One of them is wearing a skull mask, you assume he’s the one with no scent. They’re all dressed in military gear, massive weapons in their hands or swung over their backs. It makes you tense as you try to listen to their conversation. 

The older one they call captain looks over at you, he looks focused, ordering people around. Calm and collected, his voice level, commanding, you watch the man with the skull mask leave. 

“We’re going to get you out of here okay?” the captain says, bending down and looking directly into your eyes. You nod staring back at him as he takes a step closer to you. You squeeze your knees. He nods standing back up, you shift slightly trying to keep the weight off your ankle. The other man bends down, you flare your nostrils breathing him in. He also smells kind, warm, safe. You let him come near you as he swings his weapon over his shoulder. 

“We’re not going to hurt you,” he says. You nod, believing him. He smiles, hooking one of his arms under your knees and the other arm around your back. You bring your arms around his neck, pressing your palm against the base of his skull. You feel goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. You’re surprised he’s letting you touch him like this.

You’re squished up against his vest as he carries you out the room. The smell of blood fills your nose as you see bodies on the floor. You gasp, gripping his neck and looking away as he takes you out through the lab. He takes you down corridors, up stairs, you see rooms you’ve been in before, other’s you’ve never seen.  

You can hear sounds of nature, birds, then a truck. There is sunlight, you can’t remember the last time you’ve seen sunlight. It’s warm on your face and you have to squint. You feel relieved, your head is swimming with the overpowering new sensations. You can feel a breeze, it’s warm.

You can finally smell the familiar scents of alpha and beta fill your nose making you dizzy. Your body feels heavy as you’re put in a seat. You feel drained, sticking your head out as far as you can looking at the clouds moving across the sky. You see trees swaying in the breeze, you see birds flying in the sky, you smile watching them fly away.

You look back at the man who carried you out. Stood in front of you as he leans out the back of the truck. He’s cute, dark skin and eyes. He turns to look at you and smiles, a proper smile not like the fake smiles you’re used to. He turns round, opening a crate, pulling out a blanket. You accept it as he pulls it round your arms, you breathe him in, he smells kind.

“Thank you,” you say. It doesn’t feel like enough, you want to thank him for everything, the blanket, the rescue. These people are clearly not involved with the professor or the other people you’ve met. It was rare but you would see people who you assume were military. They were always introduced as ‘general this’ or ‘major that.’ They always wore nice blue and black suits with lots of shiny badges. You used to ask about them when you were younger. As you got older you stopped caring.   

You look out of the back of the van with him, you can see it now for the first time. It's like an underground bunker. It’s such a small opening you almost can’t believe how large the structure is underneath, and you hadn’t even seen all of it. The captain from earlier walks out being followed by two other men, the guy with the scary skull mask and the 4th person. He’s dragging what looks like a wire. They all step up to the back of the truck before the guy with the wire presses a button. There’s a few seconds of silence then a rumbling beneath the earth, sounds of distant explosions as the ground shifts. 

It only lasts a few seconds then you see the entrance to the bunker collapse on itself. That’s it, it’s gone, the place you’ve been trapped in for most of your life destroyed in a matter of minutes. The captain turns and looks at you, you meet his eye line flaring your nostrils to breathe him in. 

He smells like an alpha now, his scent is overwhelming. You hold your breath to stop it from overpowering you. When you breathe again you can smell another alpha. You look at the group of men trying to figure out who the other one is. It has to be the guy in the mask, they all turn to look at you.

The masked man’s eyes dig into you. He’s the other alpha, his scent hits you like a slap to your face, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as black spots appear in your vision. You can’t breathe with how thick the air feels, it’s a bombarding of sensations. You try to blink the spots away but it doesn’t help then everything goes black.  

“You weren't joking,” Laswell says as she makes it to the med-bay, walking up to Price.

“Who is she?” Price asks, watching you through the glass window as medics fuss around you. 

“They were working on a project called the Omega Initiative, I always assumed it was a chemical weapon of some kind. Reading back over the documents though, I believe she is the omega they’re referring to.” She explains.

“What, she’s a weapon? Specially trained or something?” Gaz asks, coming up to look through the window too. 

“More than that. I would need some time to go over the intel again, especially the new data you’ve bought for me. I can let you know the moment I know more,” Laswell says, turning to the room exit. Price nods, his eyes still glued to you in the bed. 

“Do any of you feel any different?” she asks before she steps out of the room. Price turns to look at her frowning. 

“I could use a nap,” Soap says, stretching. Laswell just hums. 

“What is it?” Price asks. She shakes her head looking at him. 

“Probably nothing. I’ll get back to you as soon as I know anything,” she says leaving down the hallway. Price turns back to look through the window watching your chest rise and fall. The medics finished their fussing standing back talking to the nurses.  

“Soap, LT, go get some rest. Gaz help Laswell,” Price says. 

“Sure you don’t want to debrief?” Ghost asks. 

“Later,” Price says. There’s something about you he can’t shake. “I’ll find you when Laswell knows more.” His hand goes up to rub the back of his neck, it’s almost like it itches. He feels different. Maybe he should get checked by medical, he could have inhaled something in the lab. 

He pushes the thought away, he doesn’t want to leave your sight. It’s more than just needing to know who you are. He doesn’t want to be away from you. He would be in the room with you if it wasn’t for the doctors kicking them all out. Instead, he stands there watching, waiting. 

“John?” Price’s head snaps to see Laswell walking in. He looks back into the room he thought he’d only been staring in for a few minutes if that. The room is dark now that the doctors have gone. 

“Have you been here this whole time?” she asks, Gaz walking up behind her. Price looks confused. His legs and arms are stiff, the back of his head pounding. He feels dizzy, heading over to the chairs, and sitting down. Laswell sits next to him opening a laptop. Price keeps rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Are you sure you feel okay? It’s been 4 hours,” Laswell says. Price looks up at Gaz standing in the doorway. Why won’t he come in, he smells different. He looks just as confused as Price. 

“Something's different,” Price says. Laswell squints looking between them both. 

“Are you sure you didn’t get exposed to anything in that lab?” Laswell asks. John thinks back to the place. He doesn’t remember anything out of the ordinary. They definitely didn’t break anything. The scientists weren’t wearing protective clothing or gas masks. And then there was you, locked in a room in the far end of the lab. They could have easily missed you, then you would have been killed when the place blew. 

“Why, what did you find?” Price asks. Laswell sighs, pulling a file up on her laptop. It’s you, or looks like a younger version of you. She flicks to another document.

“Project Omega, or the Omega Initiative. It is a weapon, but not like you think. It was used primarily in World War 2 by the Soviets as a way to make the enemy go.. feral. Some kind of chemical bomb they would drop on enemies forcing them to revert to an animistic state. Causes disorientation, aggression, forces the enemy to attack itself.” Laswell stops, to see if Price is following. He nods. 

“The project fell apart and was scrapped. When the war was over the whole thing was destroyed and hidden. Somehow during the Cold War, America got their hands on the documents and the remainder of the formula. A scientist called Professor Victor Hale continued the experiments underground, literally. He perfected the formula and created her,” Laswell continues nodding at the window into the room. 

“What do you mean created?” Price asks. 

“She was a normal person, but when she was young she was exposed to the chemical which has changed the way her body functions. She’s still human, but her body functions differently,” she says. Price still looks confused and she flicks through to some reports. 

“I don’t really know how to explain this. She is what they call an omega, her body, hormone function and menstrual cycles function more like an animal. I haven’t had much time to wrap my head around it but it seems like they were studying her, trying to perfect the formula. They got pretty close, the professor being the first male to be exposed to the drug. He became an alpha.” She closes the laptop lid. 

“The scientist who came forward, the one who told us the location of the base is being flown out here. She’s a specialist doctor according to these files and she’s willing to talk. She will definitely be able to give us more answers,” Laswell says. 

“Do you think we’ve been exposed?” Price asks.

“I don’t know, do you feel any different?” Laswell asks. He shakes his head, physically he feels fine. There’s just something he can’t quite put his finger on. 

“Where’s the professor now?” Price asks.

“No idea. We assume he’s on the run, hiding, since you didn't see him at the bunker. There is also the possibility he was hidden there somewhere within the compound and went down with it,” Laswell says. 

“Think she could have answers?” Price asks, turning to look into your room. 

“Maybe but we should wait until she’s awake. They didn’t treat her well John, we don’t know how she’ll react,” Laswell says, stepping up.

“Let me know the moment the doctor gets here,” Price says as Laswell walks out the room with Gaz following her. There was something different about him, Price could feel it, he would need to talk to him later. 

“I will, in the meantime you should get some rest,” she calls back. Price walks up to the window again. He can’t leave you. 

When you open your eyes it's bright. You’re in a room with a window, you can see the sun. For a second you don’t think it’s real, but it is, you can see movement outside. The only time you would see anything like the outside world was the mural painted on the wall of the bedroom. You would only ever be in that room when you were in heat. It makes you feel sad. You swallow the lump away. That room was a horrible place, filled with pain and suffering. 

You look down. You’re in a hospital bed, your leg has been bandaged up and you’re connected to an IV line, you turn to look up, it just looks like fluids. The opening of a door makes your head snap over. It’s the captain from yesterday, and a new person, a woman. 

He smells like an alpha now, his scent strong, commanding. It makes you nervous. He walks over and stands at the end of the bed. The woman comes over and sits down in a chair next to you. She doesn’t smell of anything. You look at the man again, definitely army, he’s wearing a green shirt with camo sleeves. He’s handsome, looks younger in this light, he has kind eyes. He saved you, he could have left you behind, you’re no one to him. You turn to look over at the woman. 

“I’m Kate,” she says, introducing herself. You just stare at her not knowing what to do. Your eyes flick back to him, like you need to wait for his permission to talk. His scent is heavy in the room, you can tell he doesn’t know how to control it. It’s overwhelming. 

“You’ve been exposed to the chemical too,” you say, looking at him, your voice shaking. He looks confused for a second. 

“You smell like an alpha,” you explain. He comes round from the end of the bed, you freeze automatically, trying not to taint the air with your fear. You know alphas are the worst at picking up on scents but he’s clearly new and you don’t know how he would react. 

You drop your shoulders baring your neck for him, you watch his nostrils flare when he gets close to you. You know he can smell you now, your omega scent on full display just like you’ve been taught. He could reject you right now. If you don’t smell right or look right, that could be it. You try really hard to keep still waiting until he’s finished. 

“You smell, like strawberries,” he says, pulling away from you. 

“You smell like an alpha,” you say again, you don’t know how to describe it. He moves back round to the end of the bed. 

“So you can tell by smell?” Kate asks. You nod. 

“Omegas are the best at it, and I’ve been trained,” you say rubbing your hand on the back of your neck. 

“What else have you been trained to do?” she asks. You shrug. 

“I just do what I was told to do,” you reply looking down. 

“And what were you told to do?” she presses. You swallow feeling heat rush to your cheeks. 

“My role is to do as my alpha tells me, and breed with him, eventually.” You don’t know why you feel embarrassed. It’s true though, it’s your only ‘mission.’ The professor was going to be your alpha, claim you during your next heat. He’s dead now, and you’re happy he’s dead. He was horrible to you. If he had claimed you, you would have been bound to him forever. 

“That’s what they were working on?” Kate asks. You shrug. You don’t know, you weren't always told much. 

“Do you have an alpha?” She asks.

“The professor, he was going to be my alpha, but I guess not now.” You look at the man at the end of the bed. Would you let him claim you? It’s not like you'll have a choice, at least these people seem nice enough. They did rescue you, you don’t feel any connection with him yet. 

“What happened to your leg?” the man asks. You realize you haven’t even learnt his name. 

“They broke it, I tried to run away,” you say, digging your nails into your palm. 

“Did they do that a lot?” he asks, his voice low sending shivers up your spine. You can almost taste the anger in the air. It’s a scary thing, an alpha’s anger, especially for an omega. 

“It’s okay, my bones heal quickly, wounds too. You’ll be the same,” you say, trying to put him at ease. It doesn’t seem to work. 

“Is there a cure for this?” he asks, looking over at Kate. She looks at you. You shake your head, if there was a cure you knew nothing about it. 

“What about the scientist, think she’ll have answers?” He asks, crossing his arms. 

“Possibly. Depends how much she’ll talk,” she says. 

“She’ll talk,” the man replies. You’re picking up on another scent, beta, and another alpha. You see through the window three men walk in. It’s the guy with the mask again who makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. 

He stands at the back of the room with his arms crossed. The other two are very clearly betas, the way they balance the energy in the room, even putting the alpha at ease without realising it. The man at the end of the bed turns to them as he explains some of the situation. 

“Gaz told us some of it but I’m still confused,” the tanned guy with the mohawk says. 

“I think we all are.” The alpha turns around again looking at you, his brow creased like he’s thinking. 

“Soap, go stand next to her.” 

The tanned man slowly comes over to you, you look over at the end of the bed. He gives you a quick nod. You swallow your nerves, baring your neck for him. It’s instinct, as soon as the smell of your omega hits his nose, he’ll bare his neck to you too. The smell of beta fills the air. It’s not as overpowering as the alpha, more mellow, like the smell of clean sheets. When he’s done he steps back, and you smile at him. He seems nice. 

“Johnny,” he says, introducing himself. You nod at him looking over at the end of the bed. 

“Beta,” you say. Johnny shrugs, walking back over to stand with the others. 

“Gaz.” He gestures for the other man to go over. This feels more normal, it feels like the days when the professor would bring volunteers in to smell you. Sometimes they would pass out. It always made you exhausted, scenting betas over and over for hours. You found out later they were all killed. 

Gaz walks over to you and you stretch your neck out. Another beta. He smells good, stronger than Johnny. You’re happy for anything other than the overpowering scent of alpha that’s been filling the room since he walked in. 

“You smell like strawberries,” he says. You nod, turning to the end of the bed. 

“Beta.”

“LT.” You know before he gets over to you he’s an alpha, you feel nervous. He’s big, his presence makes you want to hide under the covers. You relax your shoulders anyway, sticking your neck out as much as you can. You think he’s going to move the mask but he doesn’t. You close your eyes pushing down the fear and letting him breathe you in.

He smells like an alpha, there’s just something darker about him, it makes the breath catch in your throat. You swallow hard trying to get it to go away praying for it to be over soon. It happens like a flash, the scent of anger and jealousy filling the room. The looming presence next to you suddenly vanishes.

“John!” You hear he woman next to you shout. You yelp covering the back of your neck as you see two people wrestling on the floor. Oh shit, this is all your fault. You knew this was a bad idea, you should have said something. The two betas are dragging them apart. It’s not their fault, it’s natural instincts. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, pulling your sheets up your chest. You want to hide under them. 

“What the hell has gotten into you both!” Kate says as they’re held back from each other. 

“It’s just instinct,” you say, trying to keep your voice level. “Two alpha’s and an unclaimed omega.” You watch as they start to calm down, the betas let them go, their hands reaching round to rub their necks.  

“What the hell does that mean?” The man with the mask growls. It must be so confusing for them, this is your world and you don’t even know it that well.

“It’s me, it’s my fault,” you croak, you know you’re not helping by being in distress but you can’t help it.

“Okay, just everyone calm down,” Kate says standing between them both. “We don’t really know what’s going on and we won’t really know much until Dr. Montgomery gets here. Why don’t we just stay away from her until then.” 

“Dr. Piper Montgomery?” you ask frowning. Kate turns to you. 

“Yes, did you know her?” she asks. You nod.

“She was my doctor. She tried to help me get out, then she vanished. I was told she was killed.” Kate comes over to the bed. 

“She’ll be here tomorrow, think you could get her to explain the situation?” You nod enthusiastically, feeling calmed by the idea of seeing at least someone you know from before. And someone you trust, relief washes over you, she’s alive and she wants to help.  

“I’m sorry Simon,” you hear John say. That’s his name, John. It’s the name Kate shouted at him. The other man-Simon-just huffs and storms out the room.

“Soap, go with him,” John says. 

“Nice meeting you, lass,” Johnny says as he leaves the room. 

“Okay, get some rest, we’ll talk more tomorrow,” Kate says as you watch her usher the other two men out the room.   

No one comes back to see you for the rest of the day. The nurse brings you food, she gives you a sympathetic look. There’s something else there too though, deep in her eyes. You can almost smell it in the air. Fear. She’s scared of you, or what you are. They’re just confused.

You smile at her, to try and put her at ease but that just seems to make her face tighten up even more. You spend most of your time looking out the window watching the trees sway in the distance, the clouds move across the sky. Sometimes birds land on the lawn, they always make you smile, you watch them peck at the ground for food. 

You can’t remember the last time you’ve seen another living animal that wasn’t in a cage. You think back to the rabbits and rats from the labs. You always felt sorry for them the most, spending all their lives in cages just to eventually be killed.

You remember when you were little you asked the professor if you could keep one, a fluffy white rabbit you’d seen around a lot. He let you keep it, for a few days until he killed it in front of you to see your reaction. You never asked for another one. You ignored them when you saw them in the lab. You watch the birds fly away, you wish you could join them. When it gets dark out, the nurse comes back to check you one last time and give you some medication. 

“Vitamin D,” she says. You don’t know what that means, but you take it anyway. She moves over to close the curtains. 

“Wait, can you leave them open?” you ask, trying not to spook her. It’s the first time you’ve spoken a word to any of the medical staff. She lets out a little smile nodding, she fills something in on your chart then leaves the room, turning the lights low as she leaves. You turn to look back out the window, you can still see the trees lit up by the moon. It’s beautiful, it’s such a clear night too, you don’t know why it makes you sad. Maybe you’re just tired. It’s your first night of freedom, you close your eyes listening to the ambient noise of the room, the vents hissing, the distant sounds of people talking, doors opening and closing. 

Your dreams are filled with nice things, for the first time in years. You dream about being outside, breathing in the fresh air. You’re by a lake. You’ve never been to one before but you’ve dreamt of them. The water is warm as you stand there the water lapping round your ankles. You feel the dirt underneath your feet, between your toes. You look out across the water watching the sun set turning the sky all different shades of pink and orange. It’s perfect. You haven’t felt perfection in a long time. You bask in the dream, the wonderful dream you don’t want to wake up from.   

You can smell her before you see her, her familiar beta scent filling the air. She’s in cuffs with Kate and John following behind her. Your smile fades as she walks in the room. She looks exactly how you remember, short blonde hair, glasses, the signature red lipstick. Except she looks thin and older. Bags under her eyes, she seems tired, but she looks happy to see you, smiling as soon as your eyes meet.  

“Relax omega, they just don’t trust me yet,” she says. When she makes it to the bed, John walks behind, un-cuffing her. She rubs her wrists, picking up your chart. She sits down on the bed flicking through it. 

“How are you feeling?” She asks. 

“Okay,” you say, not knowing what to say. 

“How’s the leg?” she asks, getting up, pulling the sheets back. 

“Fine,” you say. She smiles. 

“I can’t do much of an exam without at least a stethoscope,” she says, turning to look at Kate and John. John nods at Kate and she leaves the room. 

“Did you get claimed by Hale?” she asks, leaning in a little closer. You shake your head.

“Good.” She squeezes your thigh, her scent is comforting, her squeeze is reassuring. You smile at her. Kate comes back with a stethoscope. She does a basic physical exam, listening to your chest and you answer her generic questions.

You’re used to this, even sticking out your finger for her to prick it before realising she doesn’t have any of her kit. You start to think maybe this was just to comfort you, a familiar routine, it’s not like she has anyone to answer to. No reports to fill out or tests to order.

“She seems fine. Her leg is fine, you can get them to take the cast off,” Dr. Piper explains as she goes to put the folder back at the end of the bed. 

“Maybe you can help us understand this a bit more,” John says. “How did we end up like her?” 

“You must have been exposed to enough of the chemical in the lab before you blew it up,” she says as a matter of fact. 

“It’s that simple?” John asks. 

“Yes, even I’ve been exposed, not by choice. I was lucky though. Anyone who didn’t fit the professor's perfect idea would be killed.” She explains. It makes you swallow hard. You knew the professor was killing people, it broke your heart when he told you she was dead. She was someone who was kind to you, a light in the never ending darkness. Other than the professor, she was the only other constant in your life. 

“You tried to help me escape,” you say. You feel her projecting a calming scent over you. 

“I tried, I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out.” You lean back in the bed letting her scent relax you.

“When was your last heat?” she asks. You count in your head for a second. 

“5 months ago,” you say. A pit forms in your stomach, it’s already been 5 months. She looks sympathetically at you, then looks over at John. 

“Are you going to claim her?” Piper says. 

“What does that mean?” he asks. 

“Omegas have one instinct, that is to be claimed by an alpha and eventually breed. An unclaimed omega is dangerous. She attracts other alphas to her, especially when she’s in heat. Then, you won’t be able to resist her,” Piper explains as you feel heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“A claimed omega will be bound to their alpha for the rest of their life. It is dangerous for alphas too. I’m sure you’ve already felt it. Like some kind of primal instinct, to protect her, mate with her,” Piper explains. You look over at John feeling embarrassed. You remember yesterday when he tackled the mysterious man to the floor. It was alpha instincts. 

You don’t know how you feel about John claiming you. You know when you’re in heat, you won’t care what happens. Maybe this time will be different though, actually having someone to help you through it. It will definitely make things less painful. Your eyes move back up to find John looking at you, his arms crossed listening to Piper talk. At least he seems kind, not like the other alpha, the one who sends shivers up your spine. 

“What if there are 2 alphas?” you ask. 

“I don’t know, Hale would kill any other alpha he didn’t torture for study,” she says, her eyes flick between you and John. 

“I would assume the alphas would fight until one came out on top, although if an alpha was to just claim you first it wouldn’t matter,” Piper says. 

“How does claiming work?” John asks. 

“Have you had any pain in the back of your neck?” she asks. John nods.

“When an alpha claims an omega, they will bite the omega on the back of the neck. It’s the most sensitive spot for any of you. It’s where your scent comes from, it’s how you scruff people. It’s one of the most sensitive spots on your body, especially for an omega,” she explains. 

“It’s a very intimate moment, just like knotting, or scenting,” she says. You nod at John. 

“Knotting? Scenting?” Kate asks.

“I don’t think you need to worry too much, a lot of things are instinctive. You will deal with them as they come up,” Piper sighs, sitting back down on the bed rubbing your thigh. Her scent is still in the air relaxing you, counteracting John’s overwhelming alpha scent. 

“Is there a cure for any of this?” Kate asks. 

“I don’t know, we weren’t exactly working on a cure but I would be happy to help with the medical side of things,” she says. “I’m a doctor first, specially trained to take care of the omega. That’s what Professor Hale hired and trained me for.” 

“You practiced experiments on living people, murdered people, not to mention worked with Soviet spies to sell American secrets,” Kate scoffs. 

“I never murdered anyone. I’m a doctor first. You’re going to want me around, especially when she goes into heat you’re going to need me,” Piper says. You can feel the anger rising in her. Even if this is just to save her own skin, she’s still the only person you really trust. 

“What can you do?” John asks. 

“Let me run some tests on you all, I can help you come to terms with what’s happening. But I’m an omega specialist, if you want more advanced or specific help you’re going to need to find the other specialists involved. I can give you the names of some of the people who left with me, maybe they’ll be able to help. Maybe they’ll be able to help me find a cure,” she says standing up. You can feel her scent weakening as she moves over to John, turning with her hands behind her back. John pauses for a second gripping the cuffs in his hands.

“You have to tell us everything you know.” He looks over at you. “Everything.” 

“I’ll tell you whatever you need to know, but you have to let me keep her safe,” Dr. Piper says, looking over at you smiling. 

“Fine, but you have to work on a cure,” John says. Piper turns round looking at him. 

“I will try, but that’s all I can promise,” she says. The scent of her sincerity fills the room. You watch John’s nostrils flare, you know he can smell it from her too. He puts the cuffs away. You smile at him. 

“I know this is new to you, I’m sorry you’re involved in this. Dr. Piper knows what she’s doing. I trust her,” you say. You don’t know if it will help, but maybe it will put John at ease.  

He lets out a sigh gripping Dr. Piper by the arm and pulling her out the room. Kate leaves with them too, smiling at you as she leaves. You trust Dr. Piper, you trust her to help them. They need it, more than you, at least you’re used to this world.  

John comes to visit you later in the evening. A doctor came in around midday to remove your cast. He murmured about how impossible it was that your break had healed so quickly. You stayed silent as he removed it and left as quick as he came in. 

“I thought we could have a chat, Dr. Piper filled us in with your past,” he says. His scent isn’t as strong this time, he’s more relaxed. 

“It’s not the most interesting story,” you say, forcing a smile. 

“How about we go outside for some fresh air,” he suggests. You like that idea, nodding at him. You pull the sheets off you to swing your legs out of bed a little too eagerly, but he insists you go in a wheelchair. You don’t fight him, letting him have his way. He gets a nurse who unhooks you from everything and helps you into the chair throwing a blanket over you like you’ve forgotten how to walk. John waves her away as he pushes you through the medical wing out to a smoking area at the back of the building. 

“Where are we?” you ask as he maneuvers you so you can look out over the field.

“It’s an army base in Wisconsin,” he says. You can see the wall stretching around the place, you’ve never been in an army base before. You’ve never really been outside before. You remember being outside as a child, before your mother died. 

“It looks like it’s going to rain,” he says, sitting down on the bench next to you. You can’t remember the last time you saw rain or the last time you saw the clouds so dark and moody like they’re about to burst. It makes you smile, in a weird way it's comforting. 

“You don’t sound American,” you say, looking over at him, leaning back crossing his arms. 

“I’m not. Me and my team are British,” he says. 

“What are you doing in America?” you ask. 

“Work. Our latest job being to blow up the place we found you in,” he says. 

“Why?” 

“Just following orders, we stop terrorism. Your professor ended up on our radar after we got wind he was working with chemicals, and selling secrets to…some not very nice people,” he says. You look at him, the fresh breeze flowing around him pulling his alpha scent away. Now it’s just him and his kind eyes. 

“I’m sorry you’re involved in this,” you say, not moving your eyes from him. You want to see his expression and see how he feels. 

“It’s not your fault, in a strange way I’m glad your safe,” he says. Safe. You haven’t felt safe in years. 

“It’s just cause you’re an alpha and I’m an omega,” you sigh, for a moment you really thought you could feel something. Maybe it was more than just instinct.

“Maybe it is, this is all still very new to me. Doesn't change the fact I want to see you safe.” 

“You attacked another alpha, I’m already causing problems,” you say, hanging your head. You see the first fat blobs of rain hit the concrete. 

“Simon? He’s over it already, we talked. It’s not a problem,” he says. Simon, remember his name. Maybe it’s not, but you can’t help but feel guilty. You sigh leaning back in the chair closing your eyes and enjoying the sound of the rain hitting the perspex overhang above your head. It feels nice being outside, the gentle breeze, the smell the rain makes as it hits the ground. 

“That’s the smell,” you say, your eyes flying open leaning forward in the wheelchair. 

“The rain?” he asks. You nod at him smiling. 

“That’s what you smell like,” you say, reaching your hand out to feel the water land on your fingers. He smiles looking over at you. 

“I heard you weren't treated so well back at the compound.” His voice is low, sincere. 

“No, well, it was-”  

“You don’t have to explain it,” he says, turning to face you. “Whatever happens with this, we’ll make sure you’re not in another situation like that.” 

“I know��I mean, I believe you,” you say, letting a smile hang on your lips. You look back out at the rain. It’s coming down heavier now. You hold your hand out again letting the cool droplets hit your fingers. You can feel John’s eyes on you, goosebumps raising on the back of your neck. You shiver. 

“Want to go inside?” he asks. You shake your head watching your hand get wet as the rain falls harder. You never want to be stuck inside again. 

Next Dividers by Plum98 & gild-ui

[hederasgarden]

Like Oil and Water

Summary: Your office power struggle with Scott comes to a head. Paring: Scott (Twisters) x F!Scientist!Reader Word Count: 2.1K Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Enemies to lovers trope, PIV sex, fingering, and dirty talk. Slight angst.  A/N: The story is based on this ask I received. I know there are like…five Scott fans out there besides me so I hope y’all like this. I have no explanation for this fic except I’m horny for Scott. I had an alternative ending to this story but whoops feelings crept in. Thank you to @ryebecca, @whatblogisthis216 and @a-reader-and-a-writer for looking this over. The snazzy summary is courtesy of @writercole.

Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day. 

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“I’m never picking up your coffee order again,” Javi swears, handing the Starbucks cup to you. “Whatever happened to coffee with a little bit of cream?”

“Capitalism,” you reply, taking a sip. It wasn’t exactly how you liked it, missing that deep caramel flavor, but you appreciate Javi’s effort. “Thanks again.”

He nods, drinking from his cup as you make your way down to the labs, discussing the results from the latest test. 

“We will need to adjust the relays, but other than that, I think we’re in good shape,” you tell him. “I’ll let the techs know we need those changes made this week.”

“Sounds good. I gotta make a quick call, but I’ll join you after,” Javi promises, disappearing into his office while you make your way down the hall.

You hear the low timber of Scott's voice before you spot him in conversation with one of the female techs. You loathe to admit it but he looks good, his tanned forearms on display with the sleeves of his white company shirt rolled up. The baseball cap tucked into his back pocket and dusty boots let you know he probably came straight from the field. 

"We need to fix the relays. They failed the test. Again. That's unacceptable," he begins, gearing up for another one of his infamous lectures. "Back when I was at MIT, this type of calibration was the first thing we were taught."

Scott may have been one of the smartest guys on Javi’s team but he was also a smug asshole. From the moment you met him, he irritated you, reminding you of every man who thought he was smarter and better than you just because of his gender. Everyone expected engineers to be difficult to work with, but Scott took it to another level. Who could blame you for taking him down a peg or two when you had the chance?

"So you went to MIT. Big whoop," you begin, delighted to see Scott tense up at the sound of your voice. When he turns to face you, the tech is quick to scurry away. "Call me when you have a PhD from a real school, like Caltech, Scotty."

He hates it when you call him that but today it's your jab about MIT that strikes a nerve. A muscle in his jaw jumps, and he exhales harshly. God, that angry look in his eye really did something for you. Too bad his looks couldn’t make up for how much of a dick he could be. 

Scott practically spits your first name out, stepping into your space to loom over you. His broad shoulders and muscular build block your view of the lab. You tilt your head to look at him, fighting the urge to smile. "You really should address me as ‘doctor,’" you calmly remind him, tapping your name badge. 

You arch a brow, waiting for his response but his mouth snaps shut, attention moving to something behind you. 

It’s Javi.

"Come on guys," he sighs. "Play nice."

You glance over your shoulder, smiling sweetly. "I'm always nice.”

"Why are you even in the labs today?" Scott questions, glancing down at your heels. 

You smooth a hand down your dress and smile. "I'm the Vice President of R&D for Storm Par. These are my labs. I belong here.”

"Dressed like that?" He scoffs. 

"What, you don't like it?" You ask, turning in a slow circle. 

"We had a meeting with some new investors," Javi supplies, trying to cut off the start of another fight between the two of you. 

Scott turns away and you can practically hear his teeth grinding together. He still hasn’t forgiven you for talking Javi out of letting his uncle invest in the company. It would have been easy money but you never liked the business plan. It was best to stick with government grants and investors without any personal connections. 

Javi touches your arm. “Come on, we gotta finish that grant.”

You hum in agreement, trailing behind him to the doorway. Pausing, you glance back and catch Scott watching you, his lips pressed into a thin line. With a grin, you wiggle your fingers at him, amused to see the furrow in his brow deepen even further.

The rest of your day is blessedly Scott-free and you spend your time buried in meetings and wading through needlessly complicated grant submissions. Javi employed some of the smartest people you’ve ever had the privilege of working with but they were terrible when it came to making the science digestible to investors. You sigh, rubbing your temples. It was going to be a long night.

You work uninterrupted, buried in the complexities of the grant, until Scott storms into your office, slamming the door behind him. “Did you tell the techs they could go home early?” he demands.

“Please, do come in,” you deadpan, setting aside the papers you’re holding.

“Did you send them home?” He repeats, rounding your desk and invading your personal space. At his side, his hands are clenched into fists, the veins in his neck standing out.

“I did.” You rise to your full height but even in heels, he dwarfs you. 

“That wasn’t your call.”

“You do remember my job title, right?”

“I’m VP of Operations,” he reminds you. “I say when they go home, especially when we’re on a deadline.”

“They report to me, and you’ve had them working long hours,” you fire back.

He shakes his head, crossing his arms tightly across his chest, as he gives you an unimpressed look. “You’re too soft on them. I told Javi you weren’t right for this job. This isn’t academia. We work hard here.” 

You bristle at his words, clenching your fist so tightly that your nails dig into the soft skin of your palm. He has no idea what it took for you to get here, the challenges you faced, or the men like him you had to prove yourself to.

“Go fuck yourself, Scott.” 

You glare up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. You wait, ready for whatever asshole comment is sure to come but he just stares at you. Then, to your surprise, his gaze drops to your mouth. You freeze, electricity zipping up your spine when you realize you’re close enough for your chest to brush his as you exhale. Looking back, you won't remember the impulse that led you to tilt your head and press your lips to his, only that you did.

The kiss only lasts a second before you pull away, heart pounding in your chest. For a moment, neither of you moves, but then suddenly he surges forward, his large hand grasping the side of your face. His lips crash into yours roughly. A hand at your hip urges you back until you bump your desk but he doesn’t stop until he’s practically dragged you on top of it. He presses in close, eating up what little space remains. You groan, grasping at his shirt as you push your hips into his. 

“Fuck,” he pants, resting his forehead against yours as his warm breath fans across your face. For one terrible second, you think he might stop or say something stupid to ruin the moment but then he’s kissing you again. He forces a hand between your bodies and roughly pulls your underwear aside so his fingers can drag through your folds. You’d be shocked by how fast it’s all happening but any higher thought fizzles out once his thumb circles your clit and his tongue breaks the seam of your lips to taste you. 

You’re breathless when he pulls away, back arching in response to his talented fingers. Through your lashes you see him smirk down at you. “No smart comebacks now?” He questions.

Before you can retort he adds a second finger. You moan, rolling your hips to seek more of him. “Knew you’d be fucking greedy,” he whispers.

He watches you fuck yourself on his hand with a hungry glint in his eyes until your pace slows. He glanced at your face. You rise up on your elbows, brow raised. “Am I going to do all the work here?” 

“Shut up,” he growls, withdrawing his fingers.

A witty comeback is on the tip of your tongue but it dies when Scott brings his fingers to his mouth. He stares down at you while he sucks them clean, his Adam's apple bobbing. Your stomach clenches hard at the sight. 

“That’s better,” he comments, unbuckling his belt. “Nice and quiet.” 

He takes a condom from his wallet and rolls it on his thick length. If there was ever a time to stop, it’s now. You look at Scott, his dark gaze swimming with desire and push the thought away, rising up to kiss him. The blunt head of his cock nudges your entrance and you lift your hips. You relish the way he looks, dark hair curling over his sweaty forehead and his body straining for you. Knowing you’ve done this to him sends a rush of want through you. 

Scott pushes inside slowly, hissing as your wet heat envelopes him until he’s halfway in and then he snaps his hips forward unexpectedly. Your breath leaves your lungs in a rush. He falls forward and the weight of him is electrifying. You’d be embarrassed at the desperate little sounds his mouth swallows up if he didn’t feel so damn good. 

He fucks with an intense kind of precision you’ve seen him bring to his work, reaching deep inside you to hit all the right places. You bury your fingers in his dark hair and pull, eliciting a needy moan from the irritatingly talented man above you. 

“You gonna come for me?” He asks, breathless. 

A desperate little, please, slips past your lips without your permission, spurring him on. He hooks a hand under your knee and forces your leg into your chest as he keeps up his frantic pace. The new angle takes him even deeper and pleasure ripples through your stomach. He feels unbelievably good and you practically sob when he pulls back and rises to his full height, afraid he’s going to stop. But he doesn’t, grasping your hips with both hands and forcing you to meet his thrusts. 

You’re tantalizing close and, without thinking, you reach down to help yourself along but Scott is quick to slap your hand away, replacing it with his own. 

“That’s mine,” he growls, the rough pad of his thumb catching on the sensitive skin. He watches with rapt attention as his cock and fingers work in tandem to drive you over the edge. You come with his name on your lips. 

“Fuck, just like that,” he gasps. 

Before you can recover your breath, he leans down and kisses you, his weight pressing you into the desk as his hips move relentlessly. Then he shoves himself deep inside and stills, groaning. Your ears ring and your body buzzes with the aftershocks of your own orgasm. The two of you stay like that, intertwined and panting until, finally, Scott moves. 

Cool air rushes between your bodies and you stare up at him. You can see him thinking in real time, his clever gaze searching your face as he continues to process what happened. What could either of you possibly say after this? Nothing good you realize. 

“Don’t,” you whisper, finger pressed to his lips. “Don’t ruin it.” 

Scott closes his eyes and swallows hard. Then he's moving, slipping out of you with a grunt. He turns away from you, redressing. The clink of his belt buckle is loud in the quiet office. Pressing your fingers to your swollen lips, you take a moment to let yourself feel everything before pushing it aside and standing on unsteady legs.

You fix your appearance the best you can and busy yourself with shuffling the mess of papers strewn everywhere. It might be cowardly, but you keep your gaze fixed on your desk when you hear the door creak open. You wait, the minutes dragging by until you know it’s safe to look up, only to find Scott still there.

He lingers in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you. 

Then you blink and he’s gone. 

♡

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[messenger-of-babel]

Voicemails

Summary: When complications arise on his mission, all he has is one phone call back to you. (Death Island! Leon x reader)

Word Count: 2.1K

Notes: It really does end here, huh? 🥹 This is the last post for this month. We have officially finished Angstober 2024. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged, followed, and sent me things to my inbox. It's going to be weird not writing for you all every day, but you'll still see me around. I'm going to take a small break and write in the background, get through requests and stuff. I'm moving house and graduating at the same time so I might not post a whole lot till I'm settled again, but then you can count on me for more than angst!

General warnings for language use, spoilers for Death Island if you haven't seen it (you should it's quite funny), and a mildly OOC Leon but we can all be saps sometimes. Warping the events of the movie to my own benefit.

Enjoy our last post of this month, sweethearts~

RiRi xx

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"You wanna make a call?" Chris grunts, looking down at him. Leon looks up at him, vision blurry and pain radiating through his body. His neck stings from where the microdrone bit him, and he can no longer feel anything from his thighs down, just a numb tingle. He has to consciously remind himself to breathe, in through the nose and out through the mouth.

"You got- you got a way?" he rasps back, eyes scrunching in confusion. Chris nods, the bigger man bucking slightly against the cell wall he's leaning against.

"Left- left pocket." he grits out. "Claire got the signal through before we got bit. It's only strong enough for one call, then Dylan's framework will probably patch it."

Leon sighs, head hitting the rusted bars of Alcatraz. This had been another run of the mill mission, find the missing scientist selling government secrets, pack him up and ship him back to the government to be trialled at court. In the true fashion of his 'run of the mill missions', nothing went according to that plan and veered off into a clusterfuck as usual. The BSAA had been involved chasing their own leads, and he had run into Jill in the sewers running from zombies. the plague that seemed to follow him like a shadow ever since he left Raccoon as a young and very traumatised cop.

He was supposed to get in and out, wrap it up so he could come home to you like he promised. As he sat there writhing, he wondered what the look on your face would be if he wasn't able to make it to the cruise that you had both planned. You had lobbied both him and the DSO for a holiday, and after many angry letters and snatching the phone out of his hand to yell at his supervisor, you had succeeded in getting him two months off. Without hesitation you had booked the both of you on a cruise, shushing him every time he had tried to protest.

If he was being honest, just sleeping at home would have been enough. He could barely remember the last time that he had sat down or stopped for a moment. The days that he was at the office or on a mission blurred together so often that he was beginning to forget what colour you had both decided to paint the kitchen, making him falter when coworkers made small talk with him in the staff room. Which side of the bed you preferred to sleep on, what bills needed to be paid first, whether the spare bedroom was being turned into an office or a workshop or not. It was when his forgetfulness led him to forget what month it was and being blindsided to your own anniversary that he finally snapped out of it.

You had been sitting on the porch steps dressed in your finery, watery eyes looking up at him as he pulled into the driveway, your knees pulled to your chest. He had jumped from the car like you were shot, the realisation of what he had done thrumming hard in his chest. "I'm so sorry" he had murmured into your hair, holding you tight. "I am so so sorry."

You had just sniffled in response and eventually gave him a weak hug back, and he clung to that like a lifeline. He swore that he would never fuck up like that again, and he intended to keep that promise.

So, he had relented to the cruise vacation, telling himself that he would be able to relax and unwind on the seas and out of service of work. They could call another agent for once, he wanted to focus on nothing but the smile you wore as you got to carry out the couple things he felt he had denied you your entire relationship. Getting to use the swim up bar, taking photos together, dressing in matching clothes for the cheesy cruise quiz nights. If that was what you wanted, that is what he was going to give you. Besides, it gave him a chance to relish in you again.

You, who had cancelled the wedding of your dreams to get married at the courthouse with him when he got called away suddenly and you weren't sure if you would see him again. You had been married within hours with the rings he had picked and you in the finest you could find on such short notice. He had thought you looked stunning, even if the lighting was the harsh LED of the courthouse and not candles like you had wanted.

You, who had put up with months of him being gone, not knowing if he was dead or alive. Who had to stay up late tracking the news for crumbs of his whereabouts, only able to make guesses to where he might have been assigned. Every death, every bioterrorist attack overseas carrying the possibility that Leon's body was among those being pulled from the carnage.

You, who he was calling right now with the jacked cell phone from Chris's pocket, dial tone droning on.

Leon had been stung last, used as nothing more than an example to show off the latest weapon in the bioterror market. Yet he was losing feeling fast, much faster than Chris or even Claire struggling in the other cell. It was like his atoms were screaming at him, writhing in him at a molecular level. Breathing felt like it was through a damp cloth, lungs having to work twice as hard to suck oxygen into his lungs. His eyelids were struggling to stay awake and fight off the black curtains that floated in the corners. he could see the way that the others looked at him, with pity and with concern. As soon as he had caught the eye of Chris, saw the flicker of fear cross the usually confident man's face, he knew that he was reacting worse than all of them.

So here he was, heart in his throat as he prepared to tell you the words he hadn't been expecting to say when he left that morning. When the line doesn't pick up he curses, waiting for the tone. He wasn’t going to waste his chance.

"Hi! If I haven't picked up, I can't come to the phone right now. If you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Please wait for the beep, thank you!"

He smiles to himself at the chipper tone of your voice, sounding heaven sent even through the phone. When he hears the tone he takes a deep breath, as big as he can and puts a fake smile on his face. He hopes that it makes his tone come out just a little sweeter for you, even though he knows that you'll be worried regardless.

"Hey, Sweetheart." he starts, voice raspy. "I'm sorry to be calling you like this. I just wanted to call to hear your voice. I-I missed you. I know you didn’t pick up, so you're probably busy. Now don't call me back immediately, I... won’t be able to pick up for a while. I just...damnit I wanted to just hear you." He grits out, head falling against the bars as he loses strength in his neck. He catches eyes with Chris, the older man's eyes misting over as he looks down at him before he turns his head away, the most privacy he can give him in the situation.

"I just wanted to call to let you know that I love you...and I miss you." he begins again. With his eyes closed the words come easier, the image of you flitting into his mind's eye. You look at him in his spectral vision with a smile, encouraging him to go on. He feels his chest ease, like he's actually talking to you, and the both of you are the only ones in the room. "I know you're going to worry. I know this doesn't sound good-" he grits his teeth against another hot flash of pain. "And... it’s not." he finishes. "I want to tell you…that I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't think I'm gonna make it home tonight, baby. I... I might not make it back from this." he tries to chuckle, but the sound is dry, and the effort hurts his chest. "Things got bad here, and it's not looking good. I think- I think it ends here, honey. If I don't make it just...just, please look after yourself."

He takes a shaky breath, and the silence of everyone around him is deafening. The scene is oddly private and uncomfortable for the others in the vicinity, while the usually ever-energetic man known as Leon delivers his verbal will. "I know you won’t want to go, but go on that cruise. You worked hard for it, and you were so excited. I wanted to go swimming with you, fall asleep by the pool and pretend it was the honeymoon I owe you. So, I want you to still go on it. Even if I don't come back...I'll ask the big man above to let me hang around long enough to do it with you, even if you won't be able to see me. I made a promise remember? No more missing big things." he whispers into the phone.

His throat is beginning to hurt, like speaking around a sharp lump every time he formed a word. "And the house is yours, it should go into your name. The car, everything, you'll have it all. I just...I just wish it could have been different, you know?" he says into the receiver, that has begun to waver by his cheek. "But it is what it is, and I guess it finally caught up to me. I'm sorry I was such a shitty husband." he says, a light tremor in his voice. "I wish I had come home to you more, not left the bed cold. I wish I could have made you more dinners and more breakfasts in bed, just to show you how much I loved you. I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I never told it to you enough, or managed to even put into actions just how much you mean to me, but I do. You mean everything, sweetheart." he chokes into the phone, a small smile on his face. "I love you more than anything, so...so don't think anything else, okay? This isn't your fault. It never was. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, you hear me? So you pick yourself up when I'm gone," he gasps out, hand beginning to waver. "You put yourself back in that saddle, and you show the world just how strong you are. Show them the person I fell in love with." he says with a smile, before breaking into a fit of painful coughs.

"Don't stay up, sweetheart. Get to bed early. I miss you, more than you'll ever know." he coughs out into the receiver before his body can't hold him up anymore and he slides down the bars until his cheek is pressing into the concrete, hand falling to his side and phone clattering against the stone. He can hear the tone end, and the automated whoosh sound as the voicemail sends. With bleary eyes he can make out the turned head of Claire, looking down at him with wobbling lips and tear-filled eyes.

"Look after 'em, hey?" he rasps out, pain in his chest stabbing as the black curtains begin to slide across his vision. Claire nods, and he can hear Chris grunt in the background. Leon falls into an unconsciousness shortly after, the smiling image of you the last thing he holds close to him as the blackness swallows him completely. As his body stills, a small smile is frozen on his face, the arrogant half tilted smirk he so loved to give you.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

Typing away at your computer, you work till your eyes go square from the computer screen. You wipe a hand over your face as you review the spreadsheet that you're working on, leaning back to take a sip of your coffee. Your music blasts in your headphones, and for a quick break you pull up the checklist you've made for your upcoming holiday.

You're so engrossed in your work that you're unaware as your phone screen glows to life beside you, message popping across your notification bar.

You have (1) new voicemails.

[tarrynightss]

How they are during your pregnancy + how they are with the baby

Pairings: Jake, Quaritch, Tonowari, Tsu’tey x fem!reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, childbirth (nothing graphic), fluff

Jake Sully

With Jake the pregnancy would definitely be a planned thing. He does his best to prepare himself, talking to Norm and anyone else he can find that has a good pair of brains. He wants to know exactly what to do in every situation that might occur, even reading up on it. It’s cute and you are glad that he’s doing his best to protect both you and the baby, but after you are a few months in, you almost want to rip his head off when he asks “Does your back ache? What is your pain level on a scale of 1 to 10?” yet again.

He’s constantly fussing over you, especially when you are getting close to your due date. The regular checkups from the human scientists have your Tsahík fuming, but Jake wants to make sure all ground is covered. He’ll take all the death stares if that means you and the baby are healthy.

Jake almost starts running circles like he’s in looney tunes when the birth starts. Another Na’vi has to force him to sit down by your side, and even then his tail is constantly swatting all over the place in anxiousness.

The type to say “god damn!” when he watches the baby being pushed out, making you almost snap his hand in two.

He won’t be able to take his eye off of his child when it’s born, hugging both you and them to his chest. He’ll kiss your sweaty forehead, crying as he tells you how well you did and that he’s so proud of you.

Sorry but when the baby is a few weeks old he definitely pretends to drop it because he thinks it’s funny, earning angry hisses and swats from you.

Will constantly cuddle with the baby when you aren’t holding them, rubbing his nose against their little belly. He’ll also love squishing their cheeks together and playing with their tiny ears, having them make funny faces at you.

Gags at least once when changing a diaper but doesn’t complain, just soldiers through.

Miles Quaritch

Who gave this man another kid?!? You did, and when Miles finds out he almost drops dead. He had just kinda assumed that they had snipped his ability to reproduce away just as they had snipped his ears. Boy was he wrong.

When your stomach starts growing and your urge him to touch it, he does so with much reluctance as he’s scared he might hurt the child. The tiniest hint of movement under his hand makes his ears perk up, and he’ll bend down to lay one against your belly. Na’vi hearing is incredibly good and he hears the thrumming heartbeat of your child instantly. “Our baby,” you whisper and caress over his hair. He repeats it back to you, accepting it a little bit more.

Miles continues telling Spider that you’ve just gotten fat until finally the boy has had enough, clearly seeing that you are pregnant. He gives his dad an earful about how he couldn’t even take care of him, so why the fuck is he having another. A valid point, but Miles tries to tell both himself and Spider that that was human Quaritch, not him. The boy accepts it just because you’ve always been a motherly figure to him, but he shoots Miles glares whenever he comes near.

He does his best to take care of you but this man is not exactly used to being gentle. He’ll cuddle you and rub over your stomach and back, trying to suite your aches. Where he fumbles is when you’ve been up almost all night, puking your insides out, and he dares to complain about his sore back. SORE BACK?!! He’s sleeping on the ground after that.

Strangely enough, as the months progress the pregnancy seems to be what forms you, Spider, and Miles into a true family. Both enjoy putting their hand on your stomach and feeling the baby kick, Spider letting out an excited “wooow!” at the force every time.

Miles starts sharing with Spider the few memories old Quaritch had of him as a baby. “Your head was gigantic,” Miles tell him, staring up into the sky with a grin. Spider laughs out a no, peeking over you to see his father. You lay like this often now, side by side as a family. “Humongous,” Miles doubles down, making you all cackle.

Miles is scared when you give birth, his eyes tightly closed as he holds onto your hand. He knows he doesn’t deserve to have this after all he has done, but lord, please let you and the baby be alright. He holds his breath till finally, he hears the baby’s first cry, his eyes snapping open. Both of you cry as you cradle your child close to your heart.

Suddenly becomes an expert on how to handle babies, constantly telling Spider to be careful with this or that, barely even letting him hold the baby the first few days.

Takes pictures of your child with a leaf hat on or something and finds it absolutely hilarious.

Carries the child everywhere, strapping them to his chest like a real male wife.

Tonowari

The first child born from your union is nothing short of a blessing to him. Even when your stomach is barely noticeable, he constantly touches it and it becomes a comforting feeling for the both of you.

Parades you around in front of the clan like you are the rarest jewel. He’s so, so proud of his beautiful mate, so happy that she’s carrying his child. He wants the whole world to see.

Tonowari constantly gives you massages, not even giving your feet or back the chance to start aching. He was already big on doing so before, but now you aren’t leaving the tent before the morning massages are done.

He’s so supportive and there for you that he goes as far as to hold your hair while you puke. You can scream your hormones out at him all you want and this man will just smile to himself, noting how ferocious you look like this.

Tonowari basically is the midwife during your birth, holding onto your arms as he helps you pace your breathing. When you push he puts his forehead against yours to comfort and support you.

Holds the baby up for the others to see after they’re born, the biggest smile on his face. He won’t stop bragging about his child to anyone who will listen. Every bump or blink is worth a reward in his eyes.

Takes the baby to watch over the ocean, telling them stories about all his adventures. When the baby eventually starts being able to point, he’s absolutely delighted, following to see what their chubby finger is pointing it. Whether it’s a simple barnacle or a fish, Tonowari will tell his child in great detail about whatever peaked their interest.

Tsu’tey

Finally. He has waited so long to have his own family and he’s absolutely overjoyed when he hears the news. He’ll pick you up and spin you around while laughing and cheering, making everyone around you wonder what is going on.

Tsu’tey was always protective of you, but with the pregnancy that gets 10 times worse. He’s constantly hovering over you, never letting you go out alone in the fear you’ll get hurt. You try to assure him you’ll be careful, but that’s not good enough. Too much can happen in a blink of an eye. He simply won’t allow it.

Instantly starts collecting beads for both the baby’s songcord and for their first neck piece, though the second will still have to wait a long time to be worn. He’s just too excited, already fantasizing about all he will teach his child, all the memories they will make.

He talks to the baby every night when the two of you are alone. Tsu’tey lays his head against your belly and tells your child all about his day, but also stories about what he and you have gotten up to in the past. It’s heartwarming to you to just lay back and watch him, chuckling now and then at his words.

Tsu’tey doesn’t just hold your hand during birth, he sits behind you, holding in his lap. He breaths with you as if one, stroking lovingly over your arms and legs as he encourages you to keep going.

Love is a word not strong enough to express what he feels for your child. As soon as their eyes meet, he smiles the brightest he has ever done in his life. The baby is perfect in his eyes, a beautiful mix of the both of you.

He loves sleeping with the baby cuddled up against his chest. At first he was too scared he might crush them, but after you swore you would watch him during those little moment, he gave in. It were the best naps he’s ever had, his heart beating as one with his child. Tsu’tey hadn’t thought he would ever feel this at peace.

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Tell me how you hate me now (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Scientist! Reader) Drabble

Hiiii, so I know I said I’d focus on my main series and I am! But I just had to whip this up after my comment thread from my last post. In my head I imagine this being with Miguel from the game Edge of Time but it can be any Miguel variant. Not proofread, enjoy!

Cursing, workplace enemies to lovers, the girls are arguing 🤭, make out session, slight NSFW (just some ass squeezing) but no smut.

Word count: 750

Masterlist

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“O’Hara! Hey O’Hara!” You called out to the figure that sat alone in the lab room. Your irrational only building when you didn’t get a response, not even a glance in your direction. Your pace quicken, white lab coat flaring out behind you as you close the gap between you and the other scientist. Angrily dropping a Manila folder onto his desk, the force of which made a few of his own papers fly a few inches off his desk. Finally making him look up at you with huff and a scowl.

You two have been working together for the last twelve years at Alchemax, and never had you two gotten alone. Always fighting about projects, butting heads about deadlines, everything about and between you both always ended with fighting and arguing.

“Do you know what this is?” The question was rhetorical, a manicured finger pointing at the file that had the name of your last project proposal printed on top. Your angry gaze on his face never wavering as you watch his tired eyes lazily drop to the folder, before looking up at you once more rather boredly.

“Your last project proposal?” He deadpanned.

“Yes, my last project proposal.” You scoffed, “The one that got rejected because you decided to bad mouth it to Stone.” You glared at him, feeling your blood pressure rising higher than it already was as you stood up straight and crossed your arms over your chest. Your eyes immediately connected with his brown ones as he turned his swivel chair to face you properly, arms coping your mannerisms as you both had a miniature stare down before he finally spoke.

“You're acting like this thing-“ he abruptly stood up, making you instinctively take a step back. Grabbing the proposal and using the back of his other hand to lightly hit the folder before dropping it back onto his desk. The pages spilling out from the hazardous manner, making your blood boil. “wasn't already garbage-“

“Garbage?!”

“Garbage.”

You had to close your eyes and take in a deep breath to stop yourself from lunging at the large man, wanting to tear him a new one. Once you were able to calm yourself down enough you looked back up at him. Despite his towering size over you, you didn’t find him all that intimidating.

“You’re just saying that because you wanted him to pick your project over mine-and don’t say I’m making shit up because you always do it, that’s how you got your project chosen last time!”

“Oh please, god forbid I don’t want to work under you for the next six months. It’s too chaotic! Just thinking about it gives me a migraine…” As if for dramatic effect, a hand goes up and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Oh yeah, because you’re so pleasant to be working for.” You rolled your eyes, sarcasm dripping from your mouth like venom from a snake’s. “If an intern so much as breathes the wrong way, you lose it.” You're too busy ranting to notice he was making his way towards you. “And don’t even get me started on how you micromanage everything-“

You were cut off by the sudden warmth of lips on yours, eyes wide as you blinked yourself back into the current moment. You had to be dreaming right? Why else would Miguel be kissing you. You didn’t even get to fully process the action before you felt his large hand slip to the small of your back, gently guiding you to make sure you didn’t trip over your own feet as he pushed you up against the wall.

Yeah you weren’t dreaming.

He licks your bottom lip in a silent plea to let him in, you couldn’t help but to melt into the kiss. Once the initial shock finally wore off, your body began to feel hot all over. Eyes flickering shut as your hands landed on his chest, running up to lock around his neck, no doubt leaving wrinkles in their wake. His hand came down to give your ass a firm squeeze, making you involuntarily moan at the movement.

You felt like you could drown in him, he pulled away for air before you got the chance too.

“Been wanting to kiss that pretty mouth shut for a long time.” He admitted between heavy breaths, “tell me how you hate me now with my tongue down your throat.” He taunted playfully, before closing the gap between your lips once more.

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[dantakeyoman]

You Want Your Avatar To Become Fully Na’vi, But Neteyam Is Firmly Against It (SFW / Slight-Angst)

Reader is Fem! Avatar

CW: Angry Neteyam, he means well, he’s just scared :’), reader is in her avatar body during argument, things for the humans of Pandora aren’t doing so great, this was NOT meant to take this long, i dont think this came out well

“Absolutely not! It is out of the question!” Neteyam harshly dismissed, turning his back on you.

“Neteyam, you are only looking at the possible downsides. I-.” “I do not find your death a downside, (y/n),” he cut off, whipping back around in anger.

He could not believe you were suggesting this, knowing how he felt about the subject.

You wanted to make the change, to ask Eywa to bond your human soul with your Na’vi avatar.

But there was no guarantee that the Great Mother would accept this request. 

In fact, it was highly likely that she would deny it, taking you to join her sooner than planned.

Like so many had before you.

“Well, living in my human body is not much different from death, is it?” you huffed, angrily crossing your arms.

“Do not talk like that,” Neteyam glared, pointing a warning finger at you, saying Eywa forbid in his head for good measure.

“It’s true! I am a human, Neteyam! Living on a planet where anything and everything can kill me! My bones aren’t reinforced with carbon like you!” you burst, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“All it takes is one misstep, one wrong move, one place I’m in at the wrong time. And I’m done. Finished.”

“I will protect you, then! But there is no way I can let you go through with this!” Neteyam exclaimed, his eyes having the tiniest flicker of...something.

It was fear.

This conversation was truly frightening him. 

You seemed dead set on this, not budging a single inch even after the screaming match you two had been having for the past hour.

“There is no guarantee that you will survive the transfer.”

“There is no guarantee that you will be there every time I need saving,” you countered, sharply.

“I WILL BE!”

“BUT WHAT IF YOU WON-?!”

“KEHE!” he loudly hissed, silencing you mid-sentence.

You looked at him, blankly. Shocked.

He had never hissed at you before.

“I will not listen to this any longer,” he said darkly, turning around and getting ready to walk out.

You could not let the argument end like this. 

And you knew you had to share with him what you had found out from the scientists.

"There’s been talk, Neteyam,” you started, the Na’vi boy stopping in his tracks.

He was listening.

“I overheard Norm and Max talking about the oxygen tanks that were left over from the first Great War. They said that they can only last for so long. And with no way to replenish them, they’re guessing we only have about a year and a half of air left before it completely runs out.”

Neteyam’s eyes shot wide as he turned around, looking at you nervously.

Fearfully.

“That is why I have been so persistent with this. If I do not make the transfer, I will either be sent back to Earth-.” You paused, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Or I will die.”

The horrible word sent Neteyam’s head spinning, his mind already coming up with images of you laying on the forest ground, gasping for air that was no longer there.

Both options were unbearable.

Your death was obviously out of the question. But going back to Earth? 

He’d never see you again. 

You’d go back to living with your people. And no doubt some human man would try to sweep you off your feet.

The very thought made his blood boil, and his heart burn.

Not you. Not his love.

He didn’t think he could physically function without you by his side.

Who would braid his hair? Who would cuddle him when he was tired? Who would help patch his wounds after battle?

The poor boy was so lost in his imaginary grief, that he didn’t even notice to walk up to him, until you cupped his cheek in your hand.

“Do you see now? The choice is death now, or death later-.” “Please,” Neteyam stopped you, pleadingly, his voice cracking as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Do not speak like that. Do not bring those pictures into my head.”

You sighed, allowing your thumb to caress his cheek as you placed a feather-light kiss on his lips.

“I will not go through it without your blessing, my Neteyam,” you assured, giving him a sad smile.

If Neteyam did not feel comfortable with you making the transition, then you would respect his wishes. 

Neteyam took a deep breath, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug.

“You promise you will come back to me?” he asked, muffled as he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

You cheesed, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

“I do not believe Eywa brought us together if she did not plan for me to.”

...

“Tìng mikun ayoheru rutxe, ma Nawma Sa’nok!” Mo’at exclaimed to the People, the Sully family, and the entire clan connected to the Soul Tree.

“Srung si poeru, ma Eywa,” the clan chanted in unison, the bioluminescent ground pulsing on beat.

You, and your avatar body, lay naked at the base of the tree, unconscious as the undergrowth made tsaheylu with the nape of both your necks.

Neteyam kneeled nervously before you, saying his own quiet prayer to Eywa for your good health.

To everyone else, he seemed surprisingly calm about this, as if the whole ceremony didn’t faze him in the slightest.

But on the inside, he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

If you were to die, he didn’t think he could take it.

He wasn’t strong enough.

When he watched the beautiful eyes of your human body shut, it felt as if his heart was being ripped out.

What if that was the last time he could look into them? 

His hands shook as he continued, the only one seeming to notice being his mother.

She knew how she felt.

She was in his exact place at one time. Years ago.

“Pori tireati, munge mì nga,” Mo’at walked over to your human body, shaking her hands above you.

“Srung si poeru, ma Eywa,” the clan chanted in unison.

“ulte tìng ayoer nì’eyng ngeyä ya!” she shifted to your avatar, shaking her hands above her as well.

“Srung si poeru, ma Eywa,” the clan chanted in unison.

“Tivìran po ayoekip,” Mo’at held her hands up to the air.

“Srung si poeru, ma Eywa,” the clan chanted in unison.

“Na Na’viyä hapxì!” she shouted, whipping her hands out to the People.

“Eo Eywa oe’ia. Eo Eywa oe’ia. Eo Eywa oe’ia.”

Mo’at’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as she continued to chant, Neteyam practically sweating bullets.

It’d be quite a funny sight if the stakes weren’t so high.

“Lu hasey!” she shouted, silencing the crowd.

The ceremony was done.

Quickly, Neteyam crouched over you, carefully removing the oxygen mask from your face and placing it next to you.

He leaned down, placing two, gentle kisses on each of your eyelids.

You looked so peaceful.

Moving over to your avatar, he carefully caressed her face, looking down at her so lovingly.

Don’t get him wrong, your human body was beautiful. One of the prettiest he’s ever seen.

But when it came to your avatar.....well....let’s just say your features, and a Na’vi woman’s features, mix very well.

“Please wake up, my love. I am right here. I am waiting for you,” he encouraged, raising your hand to his cheek as he sadly smiled.

He knew passing through the Eye of Eywa was very tiring, but he would be there to cheer you on the whole way.

And just like that, you gasped, your eyes snapping open.

The entire clan went up in uproarious cheers.

This was the first time the transfer had worked in a long time.

“My (y/n)!” Neteyam sighed, relieved as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

He was at the brink of tears.

He was so, so proud of you.

That’s right. His soon-to-be mate was the one that survived. 

She was a strong, beautiful, and tough woman, Na’vi or not.

“It....worked!” you looked down at yourself, turning over your hands to get a good look at them.

I had truly worked. You were Na’vi now.

And you had seen Eywa.

Oh, she was so gorgeous. Her beauty was divine, and beyond complete comprehension, but she was still soft and kind, like that of a mother.

You would have to tell Neteyam all about it when you got a chance.

Speak of the devil.

“Neteyam!” you squealed as the boy quickly scooped you up bridal style, turning to the clan with a smirk on his face.

“AUAUAUAUAUAUAUAU!” he ululated happily, holding you close as he paraded you down the aisle, his smile nearly blinding you.

You laughed, wrapping our arms around his neck as the people of the clan cheered, some letting out their own shouts of joy.

As you two approached his ikran, you smirked, sitting yourself down on the saddle.

“I told you I would make it back,” you teased, earning a playful eye roll from the warrior as he hopped on behind you.

“I am happy you proved me wrong,” he smirked, turning your chin with his thumb and index, landing a passionate kiss on your lips.

It was the type to leave you breathless when you separated.

Which it did.

As you stared at him, stupidly...lovingly. He smiled, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“What am I going to do with you?”

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