#had the idea for this when I woke up one morning and it was so cold I was almost late for work because I didn't want to get up XD

[ohmy-gojo]

jjk x reader ignoring him prank (nanami, modern!sukuna) ෆ

nanami

— you saw this prank idea on tiktok and had to try it on your beloved ken, deciding on not talking to him unless absolutely necessary all day tomorrow

— next day came, he woke you up with a kiss and greeted you good morning

— instinctively you were about to smooch his entire face with a "g'morningggg ken" but you remembered your prank and just nodded at him and got up

— confused baby but he thought that you were still sleepy

— but this behavior continued all throughout the breakfast too. normally you would sit on the kitchen counter chatting his ears off while he made breakfast, or praise his cooking skills while eating his food but today you were so silent :(

— he even tried to start conversations about some random news but all you said was "oh okay" and "mhm"

— finally decided to confront you before going to work, he cant have you being supposedly mad at him. communication is key! also bc he loved hearing you yapping

— when he finally asked if you were mad at him, you really really tried to maintain a straight face but ended up laughing 😭

— nanami immediately understood what you were up to and deadpanned

— "youre such a menace darling" "im sorry!!" youre still laughing btw

— he shook his head fondly and wrapped his arms around you, "silly girl, i should have known. now about my kiss from the morning-"

— too late. youre already all over his face

sukuna

— he was at the gym

— after finishing his workout, he checked his phone for any messages from you (you send him minutely updates, voice messages begging for gym pics and tiktoks)

— but today there were none

— he just shrugged his shoulders as if he dont gaf (he does, he's sad that you didnt send him any messages today)

— drived home a little faster that day (def not bc hes worried)

— he announced "im home", expected you to jump to his arms with a "welcome home kuna!!" while he tried to shove you off (read:pull you closer) bc he was sweaty like always

— but you were just sitting on the couch reading your stupid book, barely looking at him

— so he said "im home" once again with a louder volume. this time you nodded at him. hm progress

— even after many attempts at getting you to talk ( like 'forgetting' to take the towel so you would come and scold him, but you just left it by the door) he was unsuccessful

— you were still sitting in the damn couch reading your damned book while he was pacing in front of you wondering what he did wrong

— finally hes like "arghhh fuck this" and grabbed your shoulders, asking you what the heck is going on

— you were like "what do you mean😇"

— "why are you ignoring me?!?!" "i am not??🙂"

— after a heavy eye contact session with him you finally dropped your prank and softly laughed "sorry i was just prankin' you"

— his forehead popped a vein. "you little shi-"

— you shut him up with a "welcome home kuna!!" and wrapping your arms around him

— he huffed and puffed a lot but still pulled you closer and tighter

— but not before flicking your forehead and calling you a dumbass😭

note : i think megumi would be cute too with this prank :P he also gives silent bf x talkative gf vibes (this is one of my fav tropes everrr)

[ihrthoney]

for us

pairings: namgyu x preg!reader

warnings: angst & fluff :p

an: i started my first big girl job but im motivated so ill try to post more :)! i haven’t posted in a minute and i hate pregnancy tropes but i make the exception for squid games lol. i will make a part two!

nam-gyu was many things, an addict, a partier, an idiot and a sweetheart. the sweetest ever, actually.

unfortunately for you you worked at club pentagon, which is how you met the physical embodiment of an acid trip.

who he was when he was sober was something you cherished and kept close to your heart. it wasn’t hard to weave your way into his rotten lungs, but soon enough you became his air, his new high.

after learning you never did substances, he switched positions at the club and asked you to get a safer job, not wanting you to inevitably cave to the horrible things that he tries.

you scold him of course, reprimand him and argue about hating how he acted when under the influence. for a while he managed to stop, wanting something serious and stable.

but then he met thanos, he came home obnoxiously intoxicated. nam-gyu was so star struck that he saw a famous rapper that he didn’t understand why you locked him out of the room, until he woke up the next morning with a headache he only got when he was on drugs.

apologies spewed out of his mouth, wishing for a second chance. his wish was granted, he found another outlet for “extra money” and promised you both a fresh start.

until the extra money vanished off the face of the earth and now he was in incredible debt.

the few months of bliss now gone, thoughts of continuing such an unstable relationship this far into life didn’t seem like a good idea. the arguments were bad, mostly on your end as you couldn’t get him to stop begging and spilling empty promises,

“i’ll make the money back and i’ll work harder to make more for you, please baby i’m so sorry.” the sight of him on his knees and holding your legs would’ve been kind of sweet if this wasn’t the millionth time he’s promised to be better.

to his disappointment, you walked out of his life that night, asking him to only find you when he grew up.

he was determined to make the money back, nam-gyu had no hesitation when calling the number on the card.

-

seeing thanos’ face on the big screen in the unfamiliar room brought a bitter taste in your mouth. you felt bad, seeing as he had the talent but like your ex he succumbed to the high instead.

your ex. that fucking moron. that piece of shit doesn’t even know you’re carrying his damn kid.

a week after you walked out of his life, you guys met up one time to exchange clothes and what not but one thing lead to another and here you were in hospital debt. finding a stable job was hard, especially when you worked as a bartender most of your adult life.

the stress was eating you alive, renting the nice place you had was not cheap and the nice landlord could only be nice for so long because you had to start paying more.

the past few months have been rough and you really wish you had the support of your ex even if he wasn’t the greatest, he was yours and that’s all that really mattered.

standing in line to sign the consent forms made you nauseous, afraid of what’s to come. as you’re walking back to your bed, you get stopped by a hand on your shoulder,

“yn?”

you feel your heartbeat quicken as you turn around and look at your ex boyfriend.

“why are you here?” his hand is still on your shoulder, slightly moving up and down your arm.

he always had a thing for keeping a hand on you, he said it grounded him.

“the same reason everyone is, debt.”

the expression on his face makes your chest ache, he looks so concerned that it makes you a wee bit mad, “what debt are you in? you’ve always been financially responsible!”

he was right, out of you two you made the smarter choices. it dawned on you that you had yet to tell him you’re pregnant with his kid.

“yn? what happened? did someone scam you? i know some people that could find them.” his tone deepening as he becomes more serious, “no! it’s not like that. it’s complicated..”

the worry in your voice makes his eyes fill with worry, “baby, you can tell me.” the name makes you push away from him but the distance is immediately gone as he closes it, pulling your hands into his own. you can’t look him in the eye, scared he’s going to be mad at you.

you’re going to keep it no matter what but the thought of him hating you and your kid makes your heart crack.

the swirled hormones make everything seem so much more intense, tears start to fill your eyes which makes his widen. his hands, ever so warm, hold your face and tilt it so you’re looking at him.

“what’s wrong, i’m here ba-“

“i’m pregnant, nam-gyu.” he pulls his hands off of your face like he was burned, an expression of hurt and anger swirls in his eyes,

“who’s the father?” you look at him like he’s stupid, which only makes him more upset. “why are you looking at me like that?”

does he seriously think i got with someone else?

nam-gyu is distraught, the thought of you no longer being in love with him makes him sick. the fact that you’re carrying someone else’s child makes any will to live disappear. suddenly he doesn’t care that he owes money to anyone, there’s no chance to get you back. “does he treat you well? are you happier?”

“i’m not seeing anyone new, nam-gyu.”

“you shouldn’t be playing games if you’re pregnant. you could hurt yourself or the baby.”

despite his own lack of rationality when making choices, he was always so careful with you.

you threw any rationality you had and spit out the truth,

“it’s yours.”

now he was looking at you like you were stupid, “what?”

“the baby. it’s yours. you’re the father. i’m carrying your child.” he blinks at you slowly, taking in the information you just dropped on him,

“it’s.. you’re carrying.. our baby?” nodding your head, you step forward and take his hand and guide it to your stomach.

“after we broke up, i started to feel sick so i took a test. i didn’t know what to do, i couldn’t find a good job near my place, moving is too expensive, i was afraid to reach out to you. i owe the hospital so much because i’m paying by month but i ran out of savings and then this guy came up to me and gave me a card to make money.”

by the end of your ramble, nam-gyu pulled you in for a tight hug, smoothing your back with his hand. softly, he coos into your hair, “i would’ve never denied you. had you called, we could’ve figured this shit out together.”

you argued back, “how was i supposed to know that? you promised me over and over again but nothing changed!”

despite missing the warmth, you again create a distance by pushing him away from you, although it’s no use given how he holds your arms but he still keeps the distance out of respect for you.

“i have changed! i’m here, i’m going to win that money and i’ll take care of you.” his eyes plead, the hands that hold you start to shake.

“you’ll win it? alone?” the logic hits him and he laughs at his own idiocy, “we’ll win, i’ll make sure we both get out of here. we can put the money together. it’ll be more than enough for us to start over!”

you’re skeptical, sure the chance of winning is there but.. is your trust in him still there?

“if we win-“

his hands move from your arms to your stomach, “when baby, when we win-“

your eyes roll at his optimism, “if and when we win, you need to quit drugs. cold turkey. no excuses, no more second chances. if you so much as look at a drug, i will kill you and raise this kid alone, do you understand me?”

he mocks a soldier, hand to his head and stance straight, “yes ma’am!” the pose barely lasts as he starts to giggle, following you to your bed while holding onto your hand.

there was more to come, you had a feeling that much money wouldn’t come so easy, but things felt just a tad easier with him.

© ihrthoney. reblogs & feedback are greatly appreciated𑁤

[moon-child-goddess]

Stay

Mattheo X Fem Gryffindor reader

Summary: After a night together, reader goes on with her life thinking that’s what playboy Mattheo wants.  

Warnings: Mentions of sexual content, all characters are 18 plus, mentions of drinking, mentions of longish hair (Like enough to be thrown over a shoulder),

A/N: Guys I have no idea what this is. I am hormonal and can’t function lmao. There is so much kissing for such a short thing... Anyway enjoy.

A warm hand rested around my waist, holding me close. Under any other circumstance, it might have felt reassuring— but not this. No not this.

“Stay.” He had murmured before drifting off to sleep. His voice had been low and soft. But I couldn't. There was no way he could have meant it.

Mattheo’s grip was loose, just light enough that I could slip out without waking him. As carefully as I could I lifted his arm and wiggled away from him. I squeezed my eyes when he squirmed, but he moved to lay on his back taking his hand with him.

I perched on the edge of the bed, fumbling with the clasp of my bra. One of the bands was twisted. I didn’t have the energy to fix it. It didn’t matter anyway. I just needed to get out of here.

Mattheo was sprawled out on his side of the bed, utterly peaceful, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Soft snores escaped him. He looked so serene. The scowl he usually wore was gone.

This was such a mistake. A Gryffindor hooking up with a Slytherin? We were supposed to be enemies. It was a drunken mistake. That’s right this was all just a slightly drunken mistake. Even though we both maybe had one drink a piece so I don’t know how drunk I could claim we were. No matter how many stolen glances we’d shared across the Great Hall, no matter how often I’d caught myself wondering what it would be like to touch him, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

I wasn’t even entirely sure how we’d ended up here. One moment we were at that Hufflepuff party, and the next... his room.

The room was dim, lit only by the faint flicker of a few candles. Finding my clothes in the murky lighting felt impossible.  I crawled on my hands and knees patting the floor for my silky dress. When I did find it I threw the thing on inside out.

I needed to get out of here before he woke up. My shoes were scattered one by the dresser and the other at the edge of the bed. Grabbing them both, I padded softly to the exit.

The door wasn’t budging, it seemed to be stuck in the doorway. I had to put some force behind my yanking to get it to move. I sucked in a sharp breath, wincing at the faint creak that broke the silence.  

I glanced back one last time. Mattheo hadn’t stirred. He was still sound asleep; the soft snores had stopped.

This was for the best. He would ignore me come Monday, just like he did with all the others. Mattheo hooked up with half the girls at Hogwarts. Ok, that was an exaggeration, but still it was a fair amount. I was just another notch in his belt.

The stone floor of the castle was cold as I ran to my room.

Saturday morning, Mattheo spent all of breakfast glaring at me. His sharp gaze burned holes into me, making my skin prickle with unease. I tried to ignore him. But it was nerve wrecking. Was he mad that he slept with me the enemy? Maybe he saw it as a mistake, just like I thought he would.  I didn’t regret it and was willing to move on from it. We were humans with needs, and we gave into those needs. It was ok.

Maybe we should have stayed one-sided longing. That would have been way simpler. I expected for him to be colder during Herbology tomorrow. And since he was my desk mate that thought made my stomach churn.

By Sunday night, I was heading back to my common room when something soft hit me in the face. I caught it instinctively. It was my cardigan I must have forgotten it in Mattheo’s room.

I turned to see him leaning casually against the wall a nonchalant look on his face. But there was tension in his shoulder betraying his calm persona.

“Why did you throw this at me?” I asked, slipping it over the dress I was wearing.

The thing smelled like him.

“Why did you leave?”  His voice was tight, and jaw clenched like he was trying to keep himself under control.

“I figured you would want me gone in the morning,” I avoided his gaze “Act like it never happened.”

“Why?” he pressed.

“Because I know your reputation.” I muttered shrugging before adding. “I Know how you are.”

His gaze hardened. Without any warning he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer.

 “And what is it you think you know, then?” His voice was calm, but the tension in his words rippled through the air.

I sighed narrowing my eyes at him. I had no idea what he was up to.

“I know enough. Enough to know how this goes.”

I yanked my wrist free, but he took a deliberate step forward. Closing the gap, I tried to make between us.

“Enough?”

“You only sleep with girls once and want them gone as soon as possible,” I whispered. “So, I left. Its ok everyone has needs, and their boundaries. I knew that before we ended up in your bed.”

A smirk tugged at Mattheo’s lips; it didn’t reach his eyes. He tilted his head, his brown eyes studying me with a mix of amusement and frustration.

“Is that so? I just toss people aside?” He raised an eyebrow. “You really don’t know me at all, do you?”

“You don’t keep people around,” I snapped, my voice rising. “You just use them, then forget about them.”

I sounded like a jealous girlfriend. And that was the last thing I was. I knew how he was and respected that, and I wasn’t about to cling on to a boy who didn’t care. So, what the hell was his problem. Most guys would be content with my actions.

 “Maybe you’ve got it all wrong,” he said quietly, his tone soft. “Maybe... I don’t want you to be just another girl.”

I stiffened. “I have never seen you with the same girl twice. Like I said it’s fine.”

Mattheo’s lips pressed into a tight line as he stared at me, his expression unreadable. We stared at each other in silence for what must have been a minute. I rolled my eyes and turned to leave. This conversation was going nowhere. His hand caught my wrist again, halting my steps.

“You can pretend to know me all you want, but I don’t think you do. Because I don’t let go of what I want. And right now... I want you.”  he murmured against the shell of my ear, his voice a low growl.

“We are supposed to be enemies.” I whispered staring at the brick wall in front of me.

His fingers danced lightly across my neck, brushing my hair over to one shoulder. “I suppose we are.” He leaned in.

I gasped softly when he pressed his lips against my neck, warm and deliberate. He was playing dirty, and he knew it. “You are a Slytherin, and I am a Gryffin-“

My words dissolved into a sharp intake of breath when his teeth grazed my sensitive skin. My pulse began to quicken.

“Semantics.”  He muttered.

He trailed kisses up and down the curve of my neck, each one more calculated then the last, as if he knew exactly how to unravel me. My eyes fluttered shut and I tilted my head giving him more access.

“You stubborn girl.”  he whispered against my pulse, before placing another kiss. “I said I don’t want you to be just another girl”

“Mattheo.” I breathed out.

My words died on my lips when he nipped at my skin. I almost let out a moan.

I leaned back into him, feeling one of his arms snaking around my stomach, pulling me flush against his chest. I heard an atta girl murmured so low. His lips ghosted over my shoulder as he shifted my sweater aside, placing tender kisses on the exposed skin.

He knew he had me.

His hand tilted my face slightly, forcing me to meet his gaze from the side. His fingers brushed lightly along my jawline, sending shivers through me.

“Do you want me?”

It was such a simple question, with a heavy answer.

“I think so.” I mumbled, a blush rising on my cheeks.

A cheeky smile tugged at his lips. “Then its settled.”

Before I could ask what, he meant, his lips met mine. The angle was awkward, but the kiss was nothing short of intoxicating. It was hungry and passionate. Very different from the kiss we shared Friday. It left me breathless.

When he pulled away the arm still across my stomach spun me, so I was facing him. Mattheo rested his forehead against mine, his hands settling on my hips. The air between us was still charged. His eyes searched mine, as though he was trying to say something he couldn’t find the words for.

“Mattheo.” I said once I caught my breath. “What happens now?”

His lips quirked into the faintest of smiles, though his gaze remained serious. “That depends on you, I’ve already decided what I want.”

I swallowed hard, pulling my head back. This wasn’t supposed to happen—not like this. We weren’t supposed to be here, tangled together like we belonged.

“But we’re...” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. I was sounding like a robot.

“House Enemies?” he asked, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “You think that matters? You think I care about some stupid rivalry when it’s you I can’t stop thinking about?”

My breath hitched, and he took that moment to tilt my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“You want this too,” he said, his voice assertive. “I know you do. So, stop running, stop overthinking, and just—”

He paused, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Stay.”

An ok was all I could muster.

His expression softened. A flicker of relief crossed his face, so fleeting that if I blinked, I might have missed it.

“Okay?” he repeated in a teasing whisper.

I nodded, my hands instinctively finding their way to his chest. His heart was pounding just as wildly as mine, a steady rhythm beneath my fingertips.

Then, slowly, he closed the gap between us, his lips brushing mine again with a tenderness that stole the air from my lungs instantly. This kiss was careful, deliberate.

When he pulled back, his hands still cradled my face. “We’ll figure it out. One step at a time.”

I wanted to believe him. But the part of me that always played it safe knew that this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Mattheo,” I said hesitantly. “What if this doesn’t work?”

His lips quirked into a smirk, though his eyes held a warmth that made my chest ache. “It’ll work,” he said simply. “Because I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

The conviction in his words sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could respond with doubt, he kissed me again, this time with a hunger that made my knees weak.

“Is this going to be your solution for everything? Kiss me every time I hesitate?” I asked when he pulled away.

Mattheo’s hand slid down to intertwine with mine, his thumb brushing soothing circles against my skin.

“Yes, because you can’t tell me you don’t feel we are right for each other.”

I bit my lip and sent him a shy smile.

“Come on,” he said, his voice lighter now, almost teasing. “Let’s get you back to your common room before you change your mind and start overthinking again.”

I laughed softly despite myself, shaking my head. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re stubborn,” he shot back, grinning. “Guess we make a good match, don’t we?”

[obsessedhoneycomb]

Family

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: While you thought you're about to spend your perfect anniversary night with your boyfriend, life reminds you otherwise.

Warnings: sadness, depressive thoughts, infertility, pregnancy, endometriosis

Word count: 1k

A/N: What can I even say.. I've been at the doctor's today, for check up after my surgery, which was a year ago and I got confirmed that my endometriosis is growing back. Not that I wouldn't know, because I know my body, but being said the facts out loud is hard. I spent my afternoon crying, curled on the couch, questioning myself in case of being able to have a child one day. To get myself out of the misery, I wrote this, because I would like to have someone to come home to me and hold me in his arms, just giving me the support through all this shit. I already wrote a few pieces endometriosis related, so if you want, check it out too. Love you all. <3

---

It was meant to be a perfect day, you had plans to cook some dinner and also had some spicy things in your mind for the night.

Getting through your doctors appointments was something you got used to in the last year, after you had a surgery for your endometriosis. You felt something was off for a few months, your cramps crawling, stabbing you in the back again, those flares being harsh to the point you couldn't even sit. But you held your optimism, trying not to scare George, because worrying him while he was at his prime perfomance during the season wasn't on the list.

Today was meant to be special because you had a two years anniversary.

"Can you see these lesions here? It's back again, I'm sorry."

The words you somehow expected, but didn’t want to hear. The same spiral of pain, hormone shots, nausea and... infertility.

Yeah, you discussed it with George, because everything seems so easy to talk about with him, the idea of having kids.

It gutted you deeply, that you might not be able to give him a child.

As you got home, the space was quiet, only the soft humming of aircondition was heard, making your heart clench, that he's not even there to embrace your mess, even though it's not his fault. George was meant to be home in the evening, but you had a message in your voicemail, that he can’t get home in time, because of the delayed flight. Okay, he'll be here in the morning.

But your sadness and depresive thoughts will be with you through the night. Torturing your mind, getting the best of you, making you feel worthless and weak.

---

"Baby...?"

The faint sound of the deep voice woke you from the nap. You cried yourself to sleep in the living room, still wearing your clothes you went to the doctors in. The coat scattered on the ground next to the couch, your shoes kicked in the hallway, tissues to which you drowned your tears everywhere around you.

George knew something happened, it tugged at his heartstrings, when he saw you like this. Sad, messy and depressed.

You groaned a little, disoriented, while he sat beside you, his gaze locked on your face.

"What happened?"

Softly, he took your hand into his, brushing over your knuckles, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours.

Then it hit you again. "It's back again, I'm sorry."

Tears burning in your eyes, you avert them to the side, not able to look into his beautiful ocean blue eyes.

"Hey, love... Don't do this. I know, that something is wrong, but don't try to avoid me, I'm here for you, remember?"

The flicker of hope, that you’re not that worthless went through your mind, your gaze finally locking on his, pouring all your hurt into the pool of his positivity.

"I was at the doctor's today."

Oh no. There's was only one thing that was able to get this reaction out of you.

"How bad is it?"

His hand wander slowly to your cheek, brushing a thumb over it.

"It's not worse than last time, but still... It's there. Again. For fucks sake, again. I hate it so much. I hate myself."

The breaking point, your emotions flew out, your voice cracking and your tears staining your cheeks, your eyes red even more than before.

George pulled you closer to him, letting you lean against him, as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. The scent of him mixed with his cologne was enough to calm you down a little bit. He was your safe haven.

"Shhh... It's okay, just- just let it out. Be angry, scream and cry. Don't hold it in your mind. I'm here to hold you, to pick up your shattered pieces." his voice was soothing lullaby, when your cries got louder and more desperate. Brushing his fingers through your hair, he pressed the kiss on your temple, rocking you as his arms were wrapped around you tightly.

"I might not be able to have a child, George." you choked out between your sobs, and he looked down at your face with frown.

"Is that the thing that concern you the most?"

"Obviously. What a woman I am, to not give her man a child."

George felt partly offended by your words, but he kept his composure, because he was used to your hateful comments towards yourself, even, for the most of the time, you were a hell of a confident woman, loving yourself.

"Don't talk like this, please. You're much more than a baby machine." he tried to be funny and.. it worked. You smiled through your tears. He reached for your cheek, wiping off your emotions, smiling a little.

"You can't lose hope just like that. We can be lucky, you know. We just have to try, be patient and somewhere along the way, we're gonna be blessed. I don't care if it's gonna be in a month or in years. I'll be there for you along the way. As I always am. And even though we don't get lucky, I'm lucky to have you. And that's all that matters in my life, because you're my family."

And as ever, he managed to give you peace, calming warmth flooded your soul, making you sure in that George is the one.

---

Watching the screen of the ultrasound machine as you laid down on the examination table at your doctor’s, you couldn’t shake the excitement. George, holding your hand, standing beside you, was watching your expression, his chest fluttering at how happy you were.

"Ah, seems like you got very lucky." The doctor chuckled, pointing to the screen, showing two strong fetuses.

"What does it mean?" George asked first, clearly confused.

"That means that you're gonna have twins."

You nearly passed out while you gasped loudly.

"What?! Two of them?"

George only chuckled, kissing your forehead, nuzzling his nose to your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

"Guess we were pretty thorough with our trying." he whispered with teasing tone in his voice.

[rosinaparker]

Hi! Hope you’re doing okay :) I was wondering if I could request Izuku being a simp, bending over backwards for whatever his (future) girlfriend wants, (she doesn’t know that), and finally he gets a push (literally) from Bakugo and he confesses his love for reader and happy ending- thank youu

“You have me wrapped around your finger”

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Warnings: none

a/n: hii sorry that we're getting to yalls requests so late...this was one ended up being a bit sloppy excuse me for that😔🙏-Rose✩

Izuku Midoriya was known for a lot of things: being quirkless once upon a time, inheriting the power of the greatest hero in history, and muttering until his face turned red. But above all else, Izuku Midoriya was a certified simp. For you.

It wasn’t something you’d notice unless you paid close attention, which you didn’t. Not really. To you, Izuku was just your kind and reliable friend who always seemed to go above and beyond without you even asking. But to anyone else—like his classmates—it was blatantly obvious.

When you mentioned your favorite brand of tea during lunch one time? It magically appeared in his grocery bag later that week, tucked neatly next to his protein bars. If you complained about a sore shoulder after training, Izuku would “happen to have” a heating pad in his room and deliver it to you like some kind of awkward but adorable hero.

And when you asked him for little favors, he made them his entire personality.

“Midoriya, could you pick up my notebook from class? I left it on my desk.”

“Y-yeah! Of course!” he stammered, darting off at full speed like you’d just asked him to retrieve the Holy Grail.

You thought he was just sweet and thoughtful. Everyone else? They thought he was pathetic.

It wasn’t like Izuku wanted to be pathetic. It wasn’t like he woke up every morning thinking, How can I make myself look like more of a doormat today? No, he was just hopelessly in love with you and had no idea how to tell you without combusting on the spot. So instead, he did everything in his power to make your life easier—thinking maybe, just maybe, you’d notice one day.

today you had a grueling training session. You’d just finished sparring with Uraraka, looking exhausted but still smiling as you wiped sweat from your forehead. “Man, I’m wiped,” you said, turning to Izuku with a tired grin. “Think you could grab me a water bottle from the vending machine?”

“Yeah! Right away!” Izuku’s voice cracked as he sprinted off, already pulling out his wallet.

Bakugo stood nearby, watching the whole interaction with a look of pure disdain. When Izuku returned, practically tripping over himself to hand you the water bottle, Bakugo couldn’t take it anymore.

“You’re pathetic, Deku,” he sneered, stomping up to them like a storm cloud.

Izuku blinked, confused and panicked. “K-Kacchan, what are you—”

“What the hell are you doing, huh?” Bakugo barked, shoving Izuku in the chest. “Carrying her bags, fetching her water, running around like her damn servant—what are you, her personal butler now?”

Your eyes widened. “Dude chill—”

“Shut up, I’m not talking to you!” Bakugo snapped, shooting you a sharp glare before turning back to Izuku. “When are you gonna grow a spine, huh? You think doing all this crap is gonna make her like you? That she’s just gonna magically figure out you’re in love with her? You’re so damn pathetic it’s embarrassing!”

“Kacchan, stop!” Izuku tried to protest, his face bright red and his hands shaking. “It’s not—” Bakugo didn’t let him finish. With one sharp shove to the chest, he sent Izuku stumbling forward—straight into you.

“Bakugo, what the hell—!” you shouted, barely catching Izuku before he toppled over. Your hands gripped his arms tightly, steadying him as he stared at you with wide, panicked eyes.

“Go on, say it!” Bakugo barked, ignoring you completely. “Tell her, or I’ll knock it out of you myself!”

Izuku froze, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it. You frowned, your hands still on his arms. “Tell me what? What’s he talking about, Izuku?”

The green haired boy swallowed hard, his mouth dry as he stared into your curious, worried eyes. He couldn’t keep running, couldn’t keep hiding behind excuses and small gestures. Not anymore.

“I like you!” he blurted, squeezing his eyes shut as the words tumbled out of him. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and I know I probably don’t deserve someone like you, but I just wanted to make you happy, and—”

“Midoriya,” you interrupted softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. His eyes flew open, his breath hitching as he looked at you.

“You really like me?” you asked, your voice gentle but serious.

“I do,” he whispered. “So much.”

Your lips curved into a small smile. “Good. Because I like you too.”

For a moment, Izuku forgot how to breathe. “Y-you do?”

You laughed, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his. “Yes, you idiot.”

Behind you, Bakugo rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out. “Finally. You two are so sickening it makes me want to puke.”

Neither of you paid him any mind. For once, Izuku didn’t care what Bakugo thought. Because you liked him back—and that was all that mattered.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

I saw your insomnia post for Shadow and oh my god I loved it, especially since sleeping is one of my greatest issues so I thought I'd request something as well! Today I got one of my worst migraines I've ever had but after I recovered from it with some medicine and a long nap I thought it'd be an interesting idea to see what Shadow would do if the reader got a migraine? You're free to write this however you like, Im excited to see it!

“A Huge Pain (in the head)”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: You didn’t have migraines often, but when you did, they were hell. Luckily you had your partner to help you out this time.

Notes: Oughh I love excuses to write fluff and excuses to write for Shadow, even if almost every request in my inbox right now is Shadow- But either way! I hope you enjoy!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

(TW: Swearing.)

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Today was already shit.

You woke up cold, your partner, Shadow, had already left the bed, and worst of all?

You had a migraine.

“But [Name], it’s just a migraine!” some might say.

But your migraines were. The. Worst.

They could take days to disappear, and you were always more irritable. You always felt horrible about it, but when on a migraine, everything annoyed you.

Today was going to be garbage.

Grumbling while holding your head, you throw what little covers you have on off, rummaging through the closet and putting on the first decent outfit you have. Good thing you’re off work today. That would’ve made today even worse.

Opening the bedroom door, you get a whiff of something in the kitchen.

Something good.

Smells like french toast, one of your favorite breakfast foods.

You walk into the kitchen and Shadow notices you, him letting off a small smile.

“Morning, [Name],” Shadow says. “Sleep well?”

“Eh, kinda…” you mutter, sitting at the table, rubbing your temple. “I woke up with a killer migraine.”

“A migraine, hm?” Shadow asks. “Let me finish making breakfast and I’ll help you take care of it.”

“What, are you gonna massage the pain away or something?” you joke.

“That’s part of it, yes,” Shadow states.

You blink twice, your face tinting red.

You were not expecting that answer.

Not long after, Shadow sets your french toast down in front of you, along with a glass of water, which you quickly down before anything else. Water usually helps slightly with your migraines, after all.

The two of you enjoy your breakfast, and after having brushed your teeth, you and Shadow head over to the couch at Shadow’s request, and he has you lay your head on his lap before starting to massage your scalp. You smile softly from the sensation, sighing happily, your eyes shutting on their own.

“You’re too kind to me sometimes, Shadow,” you mutter. He lets out a chuckle.

“You’d do the same for me if I had a migraine,” he states.

“You’re not wrong,” you say. “Regardless, this feels nice.”

“I’m glad,” Shadow says. “If it still bothers you after this, we can go cuddle on the bed.”

You make a hum of affirmation, allowing yourself to melt into the massage.

You were glad to have a partner like him.

[ruewritesoccasionally]

The Reunion Pt.2 | Aaron Pierre

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4K

Chapter summary: Moving like the soulmates they are, Aaron's conversation with Marcus mirrors YNs with some thoughts of his own but will he act on them?

a/n: this is more of a filler chapter - i'm still thinking about the direction i wanna take things in but let me know how you think things are shaping up so far

Aaron woke up to the grey light of morning peeking through his curtains, the dull ache of sleep deprivation settling behind his eyes. Last night’s reunion lingered in his mind like a persistent hum, replaying moments he hadn’t asked to remember. He threw an arm over his eyes and sighed deeply, as if he could exhale the weight pressing against his chest.

He had managed to keep his composure the entire evening, but it was moments like these, alone in his flat with nothing but his thoughts for company, that the cracks began to show. He’d watched YN all night—not in an obvious way, but enough to catch the moments that mattered. The way she threw her head back when she laughed. The way her fingers lightly brushed her date’s arm as she introduced him. Trey. Of course, his name had to be Trey. Aaron had greeted the man with a handshake and a polite smile, but every fibre of his being had tensed as he’d watched YN’s hand rest comfortably in his.

It wasn’t jealousy—at least, not in the traditional sense. Aaron wasn’t the type to covet what didn’t belong to him. It was something deeper. A quiet frustration. A longing he couldn’t quite articulate. He’d seen YN with other men before, celebrated her happiness even when it wasn’t with him. But no matter who she dated, no matter how happy she looked, there was always this quiet, nagging thought in the back of his mind: It should’ve been me. Not because he thought he deserved her more than anyone else, but because he knew her. Knew her better than they ever could.

Aaron sat up in bed, rubbing a hand over his face before reaching for his phone. He hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering over YN’s contact. He tapped it, not to call, but to look at the photo he’d saved. It was from a trip their friend group had taken to the coast a few years back. She was laughing, the sunlight catching her face just right. It was his favourite picture of her, one she’d never know he held onto so tightly.

A notification popped up on his screen, breaking him out of his reverie. It was a message from Marcus.

Marcus: “Coffee? You look like you’ll need it.”

Aaron smirked, shaking his head before typing out a quick reply.

Aaron: “On my way.”

At the café, Marcus was already seated at their usual table, a cup of black coffee in front of him. Aaron slid into the seat across from him, ordering his own drink with a nod to the server.

“You look rough,” Marcus said, leaning back in his chair with a knowing smirk.

Aaron chuckled dryly. “Good to see you too, bro.”

Marcus waited until Aaron had taken a sip of his coffee before speaking again. “So, how long are you going to keep this up?”

Aaron frowned. “Keep what up?”

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “You know what I’m talking about. YN.”

Aaron leaned back, letting out a long breath. “There’s nothing to keep up, Marcus. She’s with Trey now.”

“Oh, come on,” Marcus said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve been circling her for years. Don’t act like you don’t feel something.”

Aaron stared into his coffee, his jaw tightening. “It’s not that simple.”

“It never is, but you’re making it harder than it needs to be.” Marcus leaned forward, his tone softening. “Bro, we’ve all seen it. The way you look at her. The way she looks at you. Everyone’s rooting for you two, even if we stopped saying it out loud. But if you don’t make a move soon, you’re going to watch her settle with someone else. And you’ll only have yourself to blame.”

Aaron’s chest tightened at the thought. The idea of YN with someone else, not just dating but settling, was a punch to the gut. But it wasn’t just fear holding him back. It was the weight of their history. They’d seen each other through everything—the highs, the lows, the in-betweens. They’d celebrated each other’s wins, mourned each other’s losses, and shared countless memories. How do you risk all of that for the chance at something more?

“What if it goes wrong?” Aaron finally said, his voice quieter now. “What if I ruin everything?”

“What if it goes right?” Marcus countered. “What if she’s waiting for you to make the first move? You’re a smart guy, Aaron, but you’re overthinking this. Just talk to her.”

Aaron sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not just about me. She’s with Trey now. I can’t just step in and—”

“And what? Tell her how you feel? Bro, she deserves to know the truth, doesn’t she?”

Aaron didn’t respond right away. He stared out the window, watching the people passing by. He wanted to believe Marcus was right. That there was still a chance. But the fear of losing her, of losing everything they’d built, was a heavy weight to bear.

“I’ll think about it,” Aaron finally said.

Marcus shook his head with a small laugh. “You’ve been thinking about it for years. Maybe it’s time to do something.”

Later that night, Aaron sat in his living room, the silence almost deafening. He leaned back in his chair, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips as memories flickered through his mind. He’d been there when she’d landed her first job straight out of university, the way she’d screamed and danced around the room when the offer came through. He remembered the late nights helping her prepare for interviews, quizzing her with mock questions, and watching her confidence bloom. He’d celebrated her wins like they were his own, the pride swelling in his chest as if her success was a reflection of his own. He even remembered the celebratory dinner he’d taken her out for when she got her first raise—how the dim lighting and easy conversation made it feel more like a date than a platonic outing. He’d laughed off the waiter’s assumption that they were a couple, but the warmth in her cheeks and the way she avoided his eyes for the rest of the night stayed with him longer than he cared to admit.

But she’d been there for him too. She was there when his grandmother passed, holding him through the quiet devastation that followed. She never pushed him to talk, never forced him to share more than he could handle—she was just there, her presence steady, like an anchor when he felt adrift. It was always the little things she did, the subtle acts of care that left an impression—showing up with food when he couldn’t bring himself to eat, sending texts just to check in, or simply sitting beside him in silence until he was ready to speak.

He swallowed hard, the weight of those memories pressing against his chest. How many times had he wished she was more than his best friend? How many nights had he lain awake, replaying moments when he could have said something, done something—anything—to shift the trajectory of what they were? But every time, the fear of losing her, of tarnishing the purity of what they had, kept him silent. He knew her inside out, her quirks and dreams, the way her brow furrowed when she was deep in thought, the laugh she reserved for things that truly delighted her. And yet, knowing her so well only made it harder. How could he risk ruining something so irreplaceable?

And then there was the nagging thought he could never quite shake: if they were so perfect on paper, why hadn’t they collided in real life? Maybe it was fate, or maybe they were cowards. Either way, it left him aching with the question that lingered every time he saw her: “What if?”

He picked up his phone, scrolling through his messages until he found YN’s name. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, words forming and dissolving in his mind. He wanted to say something, anything, but the courage wouldn’t come.

Instead, he opened their chat history, scrolling through old messages. Some were funny, others mundane, but all of them carried the weight of their bond. He stopped at a message she’d sent a few months ago: “Thanks for always being there, Aaron. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He closed his eyes, the ache in his chest growing heavier. He didn’t know what he’d do without her either. But for now, all he could do was wait—and hope that one day, the timing would finally be right.

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[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Sakuya Sakuma | [SR] Bright Star of Blooming | My performance memories ~Sakuya~

Sakuya: Huh…? It’s morning, but why is it still kinda dark outside…?

Sakuya: (Seems like I woke up a little too early. I could probably go back to sleep, but since I’m already up…)

Citron: Sakuya…? Is it morning already…?

Sakuya: Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up! There’s still some time for you to sleep, Citron-san.

Citron: Ohh, you are right! But you are up quite early, Sakuya.

Sakuya: It’s probably because there’s the screening party today.

Sakuya: To be honest, I was already kinda feeling restless before I went to bed last night…

Citron: That reminds me, you were very nervous during the previous screening, were you not, Sakuya? I remember the way that you stumbled over your introduction even during practice very well!

Sakuya: Yeah. I couldn’t even say my own name right back then. But at least I managed to get through the actual thing.

Sakuya: That’s why I’m thinking of practicing for the talk show, just in case. And thanks to me waking up early, it seems like I’ll have a little extra time for that.

Citron: Then I will also help you with your morning practice, Sakuya!

Sakuya: Really? Thank you so much, Citron-san!

Citron: You are welcome~. Also, I have an idea!

Sakuya: Wait, an idea?

Citron: I think we should invite Tsuzuru and Itaru and all have morning practice together! I will message them on LIME right away~!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: Hello, everyone!

Sakuya: Thank you very much for watching today’s screening of “Romeo and Julius ~Rosso e Blu~”! I’m Spring Troupe’s Sakuya Sakuma.

Itaru: Yep. Seems like your intro is already perfect, Sakuya.

Sakuya: I’m glad. I’m sure it’s all thanks to everyone in Spring Troupe rehearsing with me.

Sakuya: Thank you so much for rehearsing so early with me this morning, Tsuzuru-kun and Itaru-san!

Tsuzuru: Nah, don’t mention it. I just so happened to be up early this morning too.

Itaru: And I had an alarm set early so I could spend stamina for a social game event.

Tsuzuru: That said, it was kinda unexpected to see Masumi and Chikage-san come to a morning rehearsal.

Tsuzuru: I mean, I did let Masumi know, just in case, but it’s still pretty rare to see him actually get up at that hour…

Itaru: Real. Senpai was already awake when I found out, though…

Itaru & Tsuzuru: …

Sakuya: What’s wrong, guys? Is there something bothering you?

Tsuzuru: Nothing, it’s just… I know it’s kinda late to say this, but I’m worried about whether or not what we did this morning was really that much of a rehearsal for you, Sakuya…

Itaru: I mean, I don’t really think it was bad, but it was kinda just us talking to Citron and the others like they were the audience.

Sakuya: Yeah. I’m glad that I was able to say my own name right when I did my introduction during rehearsal this morning!

Tsuzuru: The problem is what happened after that. As soon as we finished our introductions, our audience members, Citron-san and Masumi, started fighting for some reason…

Itaru: And by the end of it, Senpai was acting as a security guard and was forced to subdue them. Sure was one hell of an etude.

Sakuya: But I still had a lot of fun doing an etude with everyone, and I feel like it really helped me relax.

Tsuzuru: Well, I guess I can’t deny that.

Itaru: Yeah, I think it really did help you relax, Sakuya.

Izumi: The screening party is done, so it’s about time to be on standby. Make sure you’re ready, guys!

Tsuzuru: Alright. Guess it’s time for us to do this thing.

Sakuya: Yeah!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Itaru: So do you guys have any kinda behind-the-scenes stories for the RomiJuli sequel that you can talk about now?

Tsuzuru: Right. I dunno if I’d call it a behind-the-scenes story, but…

Tsuzuru: The idea of doing a sequel for RomiJuli actually came from doing a workshop aimed at beginners that Spring Troupe did.

Sakuya: Yeah. The people who participated in the workshop were nervous, but it seemed like they were enjoying performing…

Sakuya: That allowed us to go back to our beginnings, too. And that’s why we ended up talking about doing our debut performance RomiJuli again.

Tsuzuru: Yeah. So, after talking it over with everyone, we decided to do a sequel showing the future of RomiJuli, which is something that only the current us would’ve been able to do.

Sakuya: By the way, are any of the people who participated in the workshop here right now?

Audience Member A: Yeah!

Audience Member B: I did it!

Itaru: I can see a handful of you are raising your hands. Then do any of you wanna share what you thought about participating?

Audience Member A: It was so exciting to play a role like that!

Audience Member B: Being under the spotlight like that for the first time was so hot!

Audience Member C: But it was super fun, so I’d love to do it again!

Audience Member D: Same! I’d love it if you guys did another beginner’s workshop!

Itaru: Gotcha. Thank you so much for all those positive feelings, everyone.

Tsuzuru: It was a great experience for us too, so maybe we’ll do one again.

Sakuya: Yeah!

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Izumi: Good work, guys! Seems like everyone was really excited to talk about the workshop.

Izumi: Alright, are you ready to take your instant photo, Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: Sure. I’m supposed to do a heart pose to show my thanks, right?

Izumi: Yeah, that’s right.

Sakuya: Got it! Okay, I’ll give it a shot.

Izumi: Alright, ready? Three, two, one…

*Camera clicks*

Izumi: There’s that wonderful smile of yours, Sakuya-kun! I think this should be good.

Sakuya: Good! All I did was think about the talk show earlier and I was able to just smile naturally like that.

Tsuzuru: I get that feeling. The audience seemed to respond well and it was a lot of fun.

Itaru: Seems like we were all able to just talk and relax from start to finish. Maybe that morning rehearsal really helped after all.

Sakuya: Yeah. I’m sure it did!

Sakuya: Yawn…

Sakuya: …Ah, sorry! I don’t know why I’m yawning all of a sudden…

Izumi: Hehe, don’t worry about it. You work especially hard today, so you deserve some rest, Sakuya-kun.

Sakuya: Yeah, thank you so much.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Dream starts*

Sakuya: Huh, where…?

Sakuya: (I’m pretty sure I went back to my room to rest after the screening party today, but… It almost feels like I’m in some sorta foreign country.)

Sakuya: (But somehow this all seems kinda familiar to me…)

Romeo: What’s wrong? You’ve been in a daze for a while now, but are you okay?

Sakuya: Wait, you’re…

Sakuya: (Romeo!?)

Sakuya: (I get it… Now that I look a little more, this is one of the cities Romeo and Julius stopped in during their journey.)

Sakuya: (I guess my dream is being influenced by the RomiJuli sequel because of the screening party today.)

Romeo: Are you not feeling well? Should I call a doctor?

Sakuya: Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you! I’m okay.

Sakuya: I just never thought that I’d be in a place like this, so I’m just kinda surprised by it all.

Romeo: It is pretty surprising when you first arrive at an unfamiliar place, isn’t it? But that sort of thing is just one of the wonders of traveling…

Sakuya: Huh?

Romeo: I’m also on a journey to see the world, so I sort of understand how you feel!

Sakuya: (I guess Romeo thinks I’m a traveler just like he and Julius are.)

Sakuya: Thank you. Has your journey been fun?

Romeo: It’s been incredibly fun! I mean, it’s not always easy, like when we have to fend off burglars in the middle of the night, and such.

Romeo: But when I was back at home, I had no idea that the world was so big and full of so many things.

Romeo: That’s why I’m so glad I get to experience so many different things every day!

Sakuya: (Romeo’s eyes are sparkling so much. I’m sure he’s really enjoying his journey with Julius.)

Romeo: …Ah, sorry. For some reason, I feel like this isn’t my first time meeting you, and I just wanted to tell you about all sorts of things.

Sakuya: I feel the same way. It’s really fun to talk with you, Romeo.

Romeo: Wait, how did you know my…? I haven’t told you that yet, have I?

Sakuya: You haven’t. But I know you really well.

Sakuya: That’s why I hope you and Julius keep having lots of good times together on your journey, Romeo!

*Dream ends*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: Hn…

Sakuya: Huh? This is my room…?

Sakuya: (I see, I must’ve already woken up from my dream. But it was really nice that I was able to meet Romeo in my dreams.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door opens*

Sakuya: Good morning!

Tsuzuru: Morning, Sakuya.

Chikage: Morning. And good work at the screening party yesterday.

Masumi: We heard from the Director that everyone was really excited to talk about the workshop at the talk show.

Tsuzuru: Yeah. And it was really nice to get some feedback from the audience.

Itaru: Oh, and it seems like that ridiculous morning rehearsal we all did was surprisingly helpful.

Citron: …Hm? You seem to be happy about something, Sakuya. Your face is very smiley~!

Sakuya: Yeah! Actually…

Sakuya: (I’m gonna tell everyone about the dream I just had!)

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: MDNI, angst, tension

I woke up the next morning at 9.30 am, pulling the eye mask over my head as the sunlight flooded in my entryway. Stretching, I let out a yawn and checked my phone. Still no response from Matt. Not that I was expecting any after being left on read.

Brushing it off, I got up and threw on my slippers. Nick and I we going shopping at 11, and the idea of getting out of the house lifted my mood. But first I needed coffee, desperately.

I dragged my feet downstairs to the kitchen and made myself a quick breakfast, scrambled eggs on toast and coffee from the Keurig. Simple but enough to wake me up. While I ate, I doom scrolled on my phone, pausing every so often to read back over my messages with Matt. Still no reply.

I don't know why it frustrated me, I guess I just wanted answers. I rinsed my plate, set it in the dishwasher, and headed into the bathroom to get ready. It was nice to not feel rushed or that I was bothering Matt by taking my time in here. The hot water from the shower was just what I needed. I stayed under longer than usual, it was a small luxury, but I enjoyed it.

After finishing up and drying my hair, I walked back up to my room, pulling open my closet. My eyes immediately landed on the yellow Ralph Lauren jumper Nick had given me yesterday. I threw it on and paired it with my favorite jeans and white sneakers. I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting the jumper. It was slightly oversized but felt snug in all the right ways. I sprayed my perfume over myself to finish it all off.

“Perfect” I muttered to myself before grabbing my bag.

Nick opened his bedroom door, ready to go with an eager grin on his face. “Ready to spend some money?” he asked, holding Chris’ card up.

Nick ordered an uber and suggested we check in on Nate to see if he needed anything while we were out. I followed him down the stairs to Chris’ room. Nick gently knocked on the door before peeking inside. "Still out cold" he whispered, shaking his head with a small grin. I glanced past him and saw Nate sprawled across the bed, tangled in Chris’ blanket, looking completely unbothered by the world. 

"Kids on a two day hangover by the look of it, what did you do to him?" Nick laughed, closing the door quietly before turning to me with a shrug. 

"Don’t ask me, maybe he just can’t keep up like I can. Let’s just get him some snacks anyway, he’ll probably appreciate them when he finally wakes up."

The uber arrived an we hopped into the car, the Uber driver was really friendly and even let us have AUX. Nick seized the opportunity and started blasting one of his favorite playlists. The drive to the mall was filled with his off key singing while the driver laughed. It was impossible to be in a bad mood when Nick was like this, completely carefree and full of energy.

We arrived at the bustling mall, and I was instantly reminded of how much I loved and hated these places. The endless options were both exciting and overwhelming. Nick, of course, was in his element.

“Okay, first things first” he declared, clapping his hands together. “You need a suitcase. Like a good one, something sturdy.”

I followed him through the luggage section of a department store, pulling at the endless rows of suitcases in every size and color. I settled on a large suitcase in a turquoise shade. It was light but durable, with smooth wheels and plenty of compartments for organizing.

“This one feels very.. you” Nick said, wheeling it toward the register. “Now we just need to fill it"

Next, we headed to the clothing stores. The first thing to look for was swimwear. I sifted through racks of bikinis, one pieces, and cover ups while Nick hovered nearby, occasionally pulling something out and holding it up.

“This is cute” he said, holding a bright coral bikini against me.

“Too bright” I replied, shaking my head.

“You’re going to Hawaii! Bright is the point.”

We compromised on a mix of neutral and vibrant pieces, including a black one piece with a scoop back and a yellow bikini that Nick insisted matched the jumper he’d given me.

From there, we moved to outfits. Sundresses, flowy skirts, tank tops, and breathable shorts for getting in and out of the pool all made their way into my shopping bags. A wide brimmed sun hat and a pair of oversized sunglasses were also thrown into the mix.

“You’re going to look like you’re in a Vogue ad with those on” Nick teased as we passed the checkout.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” I shot back, laughing.

The last thing on our list was footwear. I grabbed a pair of comfortable sandals and white sneakers that would pair well with most outfits. Nick talked me into buying a pair of wedge heels “just in case” I wanted to dress up a bit fancier for dinner.

With every bag we accumulated, the excitement for the trip grew. Nick carried most of them without complaint, weaving through the mall like a man on a mission, while I lugged the suitcase behind me.

“Shit” he said.  “We forgot toiletries. Let’s go.”

We loaded up on mini shampoo bottles, sunscreen, bug spray, and anything else that could fit into the clear bag at security. I also grabbed a neck pillow for the flight and a small blanket.

“I think we went a little overboard” I admitted, looking at everything we had.

“No such thing" Nick replied, starting the engine. “You’re going to Hawaii. You deserve to look and feel amazing! Now, shoes again” Nick declared.

“But I already got shoes” I protested.

“You don’t have these shoes” he said, dragging me into another store.

Before I knew it, I’d added a pair of espadrilles and waterproof slides to my collection. At this point, I was sure I had enough to outfit myself for a two month long trip, not just two weeks in Hawaii.

“Okay” Nick said, stretching dramatically. “I’m starving. Let’s get food.”

We headed to a nearby bistro that had outdoor seating. The warm sunshine paired with the scent baked goods was heavenly. I ordered a chicken and cheese sandwich, while Nick opted for a salad.

As we waited for our food, Nick checked his phone and grinned.

“Chris’s phone is dispatched” he said. “Should be here later today.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Finally. It’s been so weird not being able to get in touch with him directly.”

Nick nodded, taking a sip of his iced tea. “Yeah, I’d say Matt doesn't know what to do now that his phone actually gets messages.”

The mention of Matt and messages nearly makes me turn red.

“What time are they getting home today actually?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

Nick shrugged. “Sometime later tonight. They booked a nighttime flight.”

I nodded, trying not to read too much into it. The food arrived, and we dug in, enjoying the rare moment of quiet.

After finishing our meal, Nick glanced at the mountain of shopping bags we’d accumulated and let out an exaggerated sigh.

“There’s no way we’re fitting this all in a normal car.” he declared, rubbing his temples dramatically.

I laughed. “You’re the one who kept saying, ‘Oh, just get it! It’s perfect!’”

He rolled his eyes. “And I don’t regret it one bit, but let’s be real. We need reinforcements, or at least a bigger car.”

Nick pulled out his phone and started tapping away. A moment later, he said, “Uber XL. It’s the only way we’re fitting all of this and ourselves into one ride.”

I nodded in agreement, looking at the bags around us. There were at least three overflowing ones just from the boutique alone, plus the suitcase we’d bought earlier that took up a ridiculous amount of space.

“Good call” I said.

Within minutes, a shiny black mini van pulled up outside the bistro. The driver stepped out, taking one look at us and our bags, and raised an eyebrow.

“Shopping spree?” he asked with a grin.

“You could say that” Nick replied with a chuckle. 

The driver helped us load everything into the trunk, which, despite being spacious, was a tight fit. Once everything was secured, we hopped into the backseat, relieved to finally be off our feet.

As the car pulled away, Nick leaned back and sighed contentedly. “I’m never going shopping without an Uber XL again. This is the only way to do it.”

I laughed, leaning my head against the window as we cruised through the city. My thoughts drifted to Hawaii and all the outfits I’d packed for, the sunshine, the beaches. I felt a little buzz of excitement, like maybe this trip would be exactly what I needed.

We arrived home just near 3pm. Nick pushed the front door open with his hip, three shopping bags dangling from each hand, I followed closely behind, lugging the suitcase and two additional bags. The sheer weight of it all, especially the suitcase made me huff as I maneuvered it over the step into the house.

We paused just inside, catching our breath, when faint voices floated down from upstairs. My ears perked up, and I immediately recognized the voices. Chris and Matt.

Nick frowned, glancing back at me. “Are they.. here?”

“Surely not?” I replied, adjusting my grip on the suitcase. “You said their flight wasn’t supposed to land until later tonight.”

Nick shrugged, then headed up the stairs. I struggled to hoist the suitcase up the first few steps, the wheels knocking against the edges of each one.

“Could use some help here” I muttered, but Nick was already out of sight, more curious about the voices upstairs than my struggle.

By the time I reached the top, dragging the suitcase behind me, I could hear Nick questioning the guys.

“What the fuck are you two doing back so early?” he asked, standing in the hallway with a confused look.

Chris grinned, arms wide open as he stepped forward and dramatically pulled Nick into a bear hug. “What, I can’t miss my brother and come home early to see him?”

Nick groaned but didn’t pull away. “Chris you were gone for two whole days. Seriously though. What’s the deal? You weren’t supposed to land until later tonight.”

Matt leaned against the doorframe of his room, arms crossed and looking mildly amused. Chris finally released Nick and laughed.

“Man, we were so hungover yesterday that we couldn’t bear the thought of sitting around Vegas all day today waiting for a late flight. So, we booked an earlier one before we hit the strip last night” Chris explained.

Nick shook his head, muttering something about impulsiveness, before turning back toward me. “You hear that? Weak.”

I smirked, finally dropping the suitcase with a thud. Chris glanced over at me, his smile softening.

“Hey, Y/n” he greeted.

“Hey” I replied, brushing a strand of hair from my face and wondering why seeing him felt like a surprise.

As Chris glanced around, he ran a hand through his hair. "Yo, Nick, have you seen my business card? I swear I had it before we left for Vegas."

Nick smirked, clearly trying to rile him up. "I have it" he said casually, glancing at me standing there with my brand new suitcase and an absurd number of shopping bags.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Well, can I have it back, genius?"

"Maybe" Nick teased, then pivoted. "Oh, by the way, your new phone should be here later today. You’re welcome."

I stood awkwardly at the top of the stairs, fully aware of Matt’s presence just a few feet away. He hadn’t said anything yet, but the tension was undeniable.

Finally Matt’s voice cut through the air, his tone sharper than necessary. "What’s with the suitcase? You finally moving out?"

I blinked, caught off guard by his comment. Before I could respond, Nick jumped in.

"It’s for Hawaii" Nick said as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms casually.

Matt’s confusion was obvious, his brows furrowing deeply. "Hawaii? You already have a suitcase that size."

Nick shook his head, grinning like he was about to drop a bombshell. "It’s not for me, Einstein. It’s for Y/n."

Matt turned to me, his expression instantly hardening like he’d just been sucker punched. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, I swore he looked genuinely hurt.

Matt’s jaw tightened, and he looked like he wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. His eyes flicked to me again, unreadable, before he straightened up and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Wow some trip this is going to be then." he muttered before disappearing into his room, the door closing behind him, quiet but firm.

The hallway felt colder, and I avoided Nick’s gaze, pretending to fiddle with one of the bags. Chris, oblivious as ever, clapped Nick on the shoulder.

"Alright, where’s my card?"

Nick laughed, shaking his head. "Not so fast, bro. You’re helping me unpack this stuff first."

As the two of them headed off upstairs, I stood there, staring at Matt’s closed door, feeling a wave of something I couldn’t quite name. Guilt? Frustration? Maybe a mix of both. But I quickly shook it off and grabbed the suitcase, dragging upstairs toward my room and telling myself not to overthink it. Once everything was up in my room, Nick dropped his load dramatically on the floor, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

"Alright, that’s my good deed for the day" Chris said, brushing his hands together like the work was done.

"You’ve been so helpful" I said sarcastically as I started sorting through the bags.

Chris smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "You going to pack tomorrow?"

Nick shook his head. "Nah, we’re starting to pack now. No point in waiting till tomorrow morning and rushing."

Chris raised an eyebrow, watching me open the suitcase and start placing clothes inside. "If only I was that organised" he laughed, walking further into the room. His eyes immediately went to the Fresh Love samples hung up by the closet.

He stepped closer, tilting his head to get a better look. "Woah" he said, running his fingers lightly over one of the pieces. "These look even better in person. The photos don’t do them justice."

I glanced over at him, feeling a bit of pride in his compliment. "Thanks. I really like them.”

Chris nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "I ordered some personalized samples for us all to be delivered to our villa in Hawaii. Thought we could take some pictures out there for a night time shoot, maybe use them for promos. I got us all varsity jackets with our initial on them, and then some other pieces I thought everyone would like."

Nick perked up at that, clearly impressed. "That’s such a good idea! Especially since it's cold at night" he said, nudging me with his elbow.

I smiled at both of them, my chest swelling a bit with pride. "I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get some shots out there" I admitted, picturing how amazing the pieces would look in a tropical setting.

Chris picked up one of the sample pieces, holding it out. "Yeah, these are gonna kill it. People are gonna go nuts over this drop."

I nodded, the excitement of everything bubbling under the surface. For the first time in a while, I felt like things were coming together, and the thought of getting to share it in such a beautiful setting made it even better.

Chris set the sample back on the rack and stretched, letting out a small yawn. "Alright, I’m gonna go check in with Nate" he said, glancing toward the stairs. "He was still knocked out when I peeked into his room earlier. Probably still recovering from your crazy night out."

Nick gave him a nod. "Yeah, sounds about right.”

Chris chuckled. "I’ll catch you guys in a bit." With that, he turned and headed out of the room, the sound of his footsteps fading as he made his way downstairs.

Nick, without missing a beat, grabbed his pile of shopping bags and suitcase and walked toward his own room, which was right next to mine. “I’m leaving the door open so we can pack together. This way, I can judge your packing skills and make sure you don’t leave anything important behind."

I rolled my eyes but laughed. "Oh, because you’re the authority on packing now?"

Nick grinned as he disappeared into his room, propping his door open so we could still talk. "Absolutely. I’m a seasoned traveler, unlike you. I’ve got the technique down to a science."

I could hear him rustling through his bags, muttering about how he might need to pick up another pair of shorts before we left. Meanwhile, I started folding my clothes neatly into the suitcase. 

Nick's voice carried over from his room as I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being tugged open. "Alright" he began, "Let’s see what we’ve got here. Swim trunks, check. I brought the neon ones this time.."

I laughed, picturing him strutting around in the loudest pair of swim trunks he could find. "You really need neon to stand out? Thought your personality did that already."

"Ha ha" he shot back. "No, but seriously, you’ll thank me when you’re trying to spot me in the ocean. Anyway.. tank tops. Got a few new ones, including that white one you said looked good. Oh, and my black button up for dinners. Can’t be showing up to a nice restaurant looking like I just rolled off the beach."

The sound of him rifling through bags grew louder. "Flip flops, sneakers, maybe I should bring those prada loafers.. what do you think?"

 "Definitely bring the loafers for dinners. You’ll regret not having them."

"Good call" he replied, tossing them into his suitcase. "Alright, what else? Oh, sunscreen, got the high SPF stuff this time. Learned my lesson after that beach trip last summer. And hats! Gotta protect this money maker " he added, gesturing dramatically at his face.

"You’re ridiculous" I said with a laugh.

"Ridiculously prepared" he corrected. 

I shook my head, smiling to myself as I continued to fold my clothes. "You sound like you’re moving away for good, not going on a vacation."

"Hey!" he called out, "you’re gonna thank me when you’re borrowing my stuff because you forgot something."

"Bold of you to assume I’d forget anything" I shot back, neatly placing my toiletries into my bag.

Nick peeked his head into the hallway. "Care to make a bet on that?"

I smirked. "We’ll see."

I glance around Nick’s room one last time, making sure he isn’t about to burst out again with some last minute comment, but all I hear is the sound of him collapsing onto his bed. “Alright, I’m taking a nap. All that shopping has me worn out” 

I laugh at how dramatic he was, and closed over his bedroom door to let him sleep. I zipped up my suitcase and placed it in the corner of my room.

Now in silence, I sit on the edge of my bed. The small envelope from the flowers catching my attention, sitting on my bedside locker. It feels like it’s mocking me, just sitting there like some unsolved mystery. My fingers twitch as I pick it up, turning it over in my hands. Why does something so small have such a big hold over me? I hate how awkward everything feels now again, how one card and a few unread messages can mess with my head so much.

But I can’t go to Hawaii like this. I’m actually excited for the trip, and I’ll be damned if Matt is going to ruin it for me with this unresolved weirdness.

Acting on impulse, I shove the card back into the envelope and stand up. My heart’s pounding as my legs move before my brain fully catches up. Next thing I know, I’m marching down the stairs, the envelope clutched tightly in my hand like a lifeline.

The closer I get to Matt’s door, the louder the rush of blood in my ears becomes. The house feels strangely quiet, the kind of stillness that makes you hyper aware of every movement. I stop just outside his room, hesitating for a second. Maybe I should think this through, figure out what I’m even going to say. But before I can overthink it, my hand is already on the door handle.

I push the door open without knocking, stepping inside before I can change my mind. Matt’s sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone. He looks up, startled, as the door swings open.

“Uh, hello?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Ever heard of knocking?”

I ignore him, taking a step closer. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” he says, crossing his arms. “That you’re stealing Chris’ money and my clothes now?” He says, pointing at the yellow jumper I have on me.

Fuck this is his jumper.

No wonder the scent was familiar.

I take a deep breath, trying to not show how awkward I felt.

"About this. And about whatever game you think you’re playing." I say, holding up the envelope.

a/n: i <3 cliffhangers

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[marymary-diva17]

Abandoned sully (2)

Many years had pass since you were left in the care of tupia and her family by your grandmother, after you were labeled as curse child. You had become a teenager right now and had gone threw you right of passage and had gotten your first hunt and your ikran. You haven't gone threw the dream hut yet as Tupia  and mo'at said you will have to wait a bit longer for that, you were even allowed to live on your own as well due to you become closer to starting you own life some day.Tupia and moat were good care takers of you but they also had helped from Tupia mate along with their daughter and son who help raised you. They were not the only ones who helped raise you, the girl who had been abandoned by her own blood and clan.

Y/n " ....." You had picked up English very easy from your grandmother as she will teach you and she had brought some of the human stuff for you, that she thought was a good idea. You had the spirt of an explore and adventure when you had come across some old destroyer helicopters left by the RDA. You had looked threw these helicopters and suds then well enough picking up one the evil deeds of the RDA, moat had told you they had done many years ago. 

Y/n " umm" you had soon risen out of bed and woke yourself up from the slumber you had fallen in last night, soon get out of bed and leaving your bedroom. 

Y/n " some fruit will be good in the morning" you soon sat down and starting eating the fruit still a bit sleepy but you were soon waking up from your sleepy state of mind. You soon got up from ground after getting down eating places the fruit seed on your pouch. 

Y/n " well it time to see what the greta mother has planned fr me today" You had grabbed your weapons being the only clan mambo with five finger was hard as you had to teach Yourself how to hold your weapon correct that was a comfortable way. The fiver fingers and toes wee someone you had inherited from your father Jake sully or the might tokru makot he was not that might for you, but that was coming to deal with later. 

Y/n " ...." You soon left home closing the curtain flap door behind you as you made you eat towards the center of the village. 

The kids " hey y/n" 

Y/n " hello young ones" you had walked past a group of kids and waved hello to them as you went on with you way, you had special rank in the clan after being called Tupia niece. 

Elder " off on another adventures today are you y/n" 

Y/n " yes ma'am and I always promised my aunt and the healer I will gather some herbs for them" 

Elder 2 " keep the spirt of yours young lady it will help you live a wonderful life" 

Y/n " thank you" you soon kept on your way towards where the ikran lived you were going to see your ikran, when you had gotten your ikran it was a shocking event that scared your aunt and grandmother.  You soon reached a clear area and soon made your ikran call as you were waiting for him to land and soon enough he had land, a few few feet from you. 

Y/n " hello Luno how are you doing boy. I brought you some breakfast" you had tossed some meat towards Luno and he had take it right awya as you pet him and check him for injuries. 

Y/n " good boy good boy the might son of Tokru makto ... at least you can celebrate your father but for me it not the same" Luno had nuzzled you making you laugh and smile and you soon pet him again as you get ready to leave home. You didn't have to speak with your Ikran or any otehr creatures here as it seemed like you had a special bond with them all, and that had started many questions for the clan as the elders, tupia, and your grandmother tried to find out what was so special about you. 

???? " heading off already that wild spirt of your keeps you going" you had looked to see Tupia walking over toward you, as you give her a big smile as she stood by you. 

Y/n " good morning Tupia " 

Tupia " my child you have a wild spirt that should be able to run free and have fun" 

Y/n "  Tupia tell me why the clan doesn't see me a curse like everyone else" 

Tupia " because when I held you in my arms and showed up to the clan, everyone along with your grandmother knew you are a child of great mother … we will never believe those false words about you my child”  

Y/n " yes but I will never be special for them" Tupia knew what you meant by that statement that day when your learned the truth it had broke you and you had hidden awya for days in your home worry everyone. 

Tupia " ma y/n they are fools to not see your greatest and now look where you are living your own life all the clan around here respect you, and when you talk they listen to you and obey you … you have been with my family for so long give become friends with my grandsons as well raise together, you are love and wanted here my child no one can deny that” 

Y/n " yes ma'am well I'm off I will be home late on tonight with the herbs and anything else I caught" 

Tupia " be safe out there my dear" you soon got on Luno back and soon took off from the village learning how other clan hated you over false stoires had broken you, and you soon learned to adapt to the situation. You had sene your brith home at times when you came to see mo'at and you did see your family having a good life and celebrating what was happing but when you were, younger you so baldy wanted to be with them and a family. Until you ver heard your parents speaking about you that had broken you heart you had love for them but soon they love had broken, when moat tried telling the kids about you she was shut down by Jake saying he will not talk about that child. 

Y/n " don't you just love the sun shining down on you Luno it warms you up after the cold morning breeze goes away" Luno had roared in repsone making you laugh the two of you soon landed on the ground, you soon started collect some herbs. 

Y/n " I shaped clean up I cant come home a mess" you son went towards a water fall and river and started cleaning off you soon looked at your reflection, your humans eye color had changed when you become 1 year old and merge with normal navi eye color. Making your eye color a rare and beautiful type that had bene one of many compliments you had been given by some boys. You would give get praised and compliment on your hair and skin, you are very beautiful by your clan eyes but it was unknown by anyone else eyes. 

Y/n "....." You had fallen asleep since you were baby there were moments when you had fallen alseep and the spirts of eywa will come and find you, they would look at you as you laid there peacefully. 

Y/n " huh" you had woken up when you felt something was off about your surrounds even luna could tell something was the matter as well. You had ran towards luna to classm him down and grab your arrow from him. 

Y/n " luno it okay head up now and I will call for help when I need an escape you know the plan" luna soon took off into the air leaving you alone as you soon climbed into a tree walking on the branch or swing from them and vines. You were very quiet when you are moving around you soon stopped moving when you reached the sound in a large clearing area as some navi from the forest and ocean, are resting their feet. There was something you seen before some of these navi were wearing human clothes and carrying human weapon but they ere with the Omaticaya, by the jewelry they were wearing. 

Y/n " i will study them but on move I will make a call to scare them away" you were hiding very well in the tree from above and it seem like the ones on the bottom didn't noticed you were there, when they moved you had followed them. 

Down below with Everyone else 

Jake " I don't think we are far away from the clan tonowiar" 

Tonowari " lets hop Jake I have a question has moat been this cold this ..." 

Jake " yes she had she will barley look at Neytiri and has stripped her of her rights of become a future tshaik giving it to kiri and tuk" 

Tonowari " it had to be done but soon your daughter can come home" 

Jake " I hope so I really hope so ... if you most know sometime I wonder what is she like right now is she happy and safe or mad and in danger" 

Tonowari " none of us know and if you most know even my elders have been judging me and my mate hard since that day, I  hope that some time they will understand what we had done was the right thing" Jake and to tonowari were lying to themselves about what they were saying, they were thinking everyone actions were right and that it will be good for everyone.

Tsu'tey " olo'eyutan I and the scouts have returned" 

Jake " brother welcome back have you any good new" 

Tsu'tey " no we still haven't found the village it seems like the clan had hidden well" 

Tonowari " we can't give up we need to find this village our people need help" 

Jake " don't worry for now we should return to our families" the group had soon return their their families and people to rest a bit more before either making camp for the night or keep walking. 

Tuk " daddy are we there yet" 

Jake " no Tuk baby I don't know yet we will send a group later on again" 

Lo'ak " I can't believe you ran away like that we should of keep on fighting" 

Neteyam " Lo'ak stop being a idiot" 

Lo'ak " what we didn't even tell all the tulkun yet so back off neteyam" 

Tsyeria " Lo'ak stop please the tulkun will come when the time right" 

Kiri " yes please stop fighting we are done with all the yelling and fighting from you and everyone else if making us go mad" 

Spider " I hope this new village allow i and the rest of the humans to stay" 

Kiri " they will allow you to stay and the rest as you all children of eywa and pandora"

Neytiri " mother please tell us where this village is as you know everything my daughter" 

Moat " as I was outvoted on this discussion like everything else my daughter my your husband our leader, I can't help us I'm lost as well" 

Neytiri " oh mother" 

Moat " Jake sully what with your sad look" 

Jake " nothing ... I was speaking and thinking about her" the group had become silent all the older kids minus Tuk kenw about you, as their parents told them about you.

Neytiri " we shouldn't speak of her right now we have made a promise and this day has already been hard on us" 

Tuk " well I'm going play can I please dad for a while" 

Jake " no Tuk you should stay close with the family" 

Tuk " yes dad"

Tsu'tey " you think by now someone would of spotted us and come asking questions" 

Jake " we don't know how they work Tsu'tey maybe they we're waiting for us to leave before they lend any help" soon a call had been made getting everyone attention as they were trying to understand if I was a creature or navi.

Lo'ak " what is that" they had heard the call again making the warriors lift up their weapon ready for a fight as they were trying to find out where the sound came from as they couldn't hear anything moving. The families were pushed behind the warriors to keep them safe from anything that could come down and hurt them or do something else worst fr them all. 

Jake " warriors get ready to shot anything that moves we have to keep the clan safe"

Kiri " grandmother no" 

Mo'at " mawey everyone mawey the one who watch us mean no harm" 

Jake " Mo'at stay with the group we need to keep you safe from the danger out there" 

Mo'at " for once you in life Jake sully keep your mouth shut" soon moat had made the same call that was given earlier shocking everyone she had made the call one more time.  everyone soon looked up to see a navi girl high up in the tree hanging by her legs holding a bow in her hand ready to shot oof an arrow, she soon was so high up one mistake and she could have a bad fall or worst. 

Y/n " ......" the girl soon let her legs go and started falling she was able to move her body fats enough and soon land on her feet quickly she even didn't even make a sound, when falling or landing.  Mo'at had let out a laugh and soon walked towards the girl but had been stoped by Jake. 

Jake " Mo'at do you know this child" 

Mo'at " yes I do I have know her since the day she was born I was there to help with the delivery of her into this world" 

Jake " Mo’at how do you know of this girl she could be fifteen or sixteen years old, and never been in our clan from what I can remember”

Y/n " grandmother is he really serious with his tone he is acting like he has power over me" the clan spoke the usual navi language everyone else spoke, but they also spoke the language in different dialects and threw sign language as well. So you were able to speak many languages since a very young age as everyone in the clan wanted to make sure you were feel welcomed. 

Mo'at " Tokru makto is special my granddaughter " when everyone else was listening to the conversation they were highly confessed about everything at was being spoken expect the elders, as they knew the language very well and were understand the exchange of words between granddaughter and grandmother. They were doing their best to hide their shocked expression as they now found out you were alive after all these years. 

Y/n " I can see that even now in person it hard to believe he my father" 

Neytiri " child my husband an adult has asked you to answer his questions do you disrespect a Olo'eyktans" that when you noticed tonowiar and ronal Mo'at had told you about them and she was not their begets fan at the moment. 

Y/n " is she serious as well both of them are acting high and might when he a leader who now in questioned and a women who had her rights of tshaik stripped from her title at the moment” 

Mo'at " yes even after these years they still haven’t  learned anything" 

Jake " what are you speaking first of all and child come here with our tshaik so we can talk, so we know we are not in danger of anything” 

Mo'at " Jake" 

Jake " no until we now she safe I won't allow you to take another step near her" you had sighed before you made your way towards, the clans and looked at their leaders. 

Y/n " hello Olo'eyktan tokru makto and Olo'eyktan tonowari" you had done the hand greeting that you had done many times, before in your life. The Jake sulky kids had walked closer to get a better look at you, that when the eldest sully child spotted something that got his whole attention. 

Neteyam " dad look at her hands and feet she have finger fingers and toes like you, kiri, loak, and the others" Jake soon reach for the girl hand roughly taking it and soon examine the girl hand, as neytiri looked at the girl as well. 

Y/n " let me go ... I said let me go now ... grandmother tell him to let my hand go he is hurt me" you were trying your best to hold your emotions as your ikran and other companions picked up on your emotions, very well and one wrong move could spell disaster for everyone else. 

Jake " grandmother" you soon freed your hand from Jake hold giving him a cold glare as he looked at you soon Neytiri had her hands on your shoulder looking at you in the eyes. 

Neytiri " my daughter you are alive and here the great mother had brought you back to us" neytiri had tried to hug you but you had taken a step back from her and just look at her and Jake. The sully kids smiled as they ere happy to see their sister even tuk was happy to have another big sister. 

Y/n " come with me right now and I will bring you to clan and jugdement will be given there" I will meet you over there I will give some time to gather you stuff and talk among each other, you soon walked away from them. You had called back luno and soon told him to follow in the sky but make sure he was not spotted by other navi or banshee as you wait to see what the rest of this meeting were, at the moment.The life you had made here will never be normal , after their arrival but your life has never been normal since the day you were born.

[funnier-as-a-system]

Hey, um... This ain't exactly.. An easy thing to say but, uh..

.._I SCARED OFF MY HEADMATES._

I JUST REFERRED TO THEM AS "THE VOICES" BECAUSE. WELL. I DIDN'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT THIS STUFF THEN!! AND ALWAYS DISREGARDED THEM WHENEVER THEY SPOKE [THEY ARGUES A WHOLE LOT. LITERALLY COULDN'T DO ANY WORK FROM THE SOUNDS OF 0NI, D AND COMPLEXITY ARGUING ALL THE TIME-]

Ok.. Calm calm.....

So. I never ever listened to them and sometimes also arguing with them tried my best to ignore them.. Yelling "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP" repeatedly usually got them to... Well, _shut up._

But just. We had another argument together. After _STARSCREAM_[don't even ask me how she got in here I don't fucking know] decided to act all mighty and shit another yelling match started that I just.. Couldn't take it anymore.. I had some.. Uhm, "quite the words" to say the least. They silenced for the day after that..

And then the next morning they just.. Weren't there when I woke up. At first I was, well, glad! It was finally quite for once! I could do things that normal people did! But uh.. After the second day it was far too quiet for my liking.. And.. It's been a month now. It's still too quiet.. Starscream[why HIM instead of others I have no idea] came back for 20 minutes a week ago.. I was glad to have at least SOMEONE back but she went away again..

I learned about this whole "system" stuff thanks to a follower saying "oh this is such a funny post as a system!" on a reblog I've done. --Which led me here. I've been... _Learning_ the past few days.. And. Well. Things really do fit me well and.. I'm not sure if I hate that or not...

I.. The reason for this _ask_ is because.. I wanted to know if others had this.. Well, "_experience_" too? Like.. I.. I miss them, alright? It suddenly went from 7 to 1 in here and it's far too quiete!!! I just.. I wanted to know if there was possibly a way to bring them back..?

I understand if this isn't the way to go for this typa stuff but... I.. I really don't know _where else_ there is.

Welp. Thanks for.. Having this account and all I suppose. Were a real help in things and, the posts are quite funny as well..! [Sigh..]

- @blog-bites-eats-u-violently

Hey, there. It sounds like you've been having a rough time lately. You have my sympathies for that. I won't give too much advice on this situation you're in – I don't feel equipped to do that – but you're not alone in this experience, anon. We went through a very similar situation a few years back, actually.

At the time, we'd just recently made our then-host (as in, the headmate who was our host at the time) aware that they had others in their head, that they were part of a system. We had... a rough few months after that, filled with fear and doubt. And at one point, our then-host became overwhelmed, and ended up driving away the headmates who were talking to them.

The silence lasted for about two days before another headmate of ours stepped up to talk to our then-host, helping them work through their issues and reconnect with those they'd run off. From what they can remember of the event, it was mostly a matter of mentally "reaching out" – consciously trying to connect to the ones they'd driven off so they could apologize. None of us are sure how it worked – best we've got is that we've always visualized our communication difficulties as walls that we have to get our internal communication/messages past – but it did, and we're all chill now on that front.

So, yes, others have had this experience before, and your headmates will likely come back to talk to you again. I can't promise anything, but if my-our story is anything to go off of, even situations like this can be recoverable. It just may take a while for all the hurt to be worked out.

[resident-idiot-simp]

Rogue has a nightmare and goes to Logan

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Rogue jolted awake from a nightmare panting and sweating. She knows now that she's awake it wasn't real, it was just her brain being cruel, but it feels like she is one blink away from the horrors. She scrambles out of bed a moment away from crying. She's not ok and she doubts she will be any time soon.

She barely realizes she's going to Logan's room before she's outside the door. She realized a moment too late because Logan had already opened the door. “What?” Logan growled out before pausing as he took in the sight in front of him. “Kit?” He asked worriedly as he crouched down to get a better look.

“I-I’m sorry I didn't mean to come here. I didn't mean to wake you up I-”. She was cut off by Logan putting a hand on her shoulder. “Kit, it's ok you're allowed to come to me when you need something.” He spoke softly.

Rogue could feel her breathing getting slightly less erratic, though not by much. Logan still looked exceptionally worried as he tried to lead her into his room. “Come on, let's get you out of the hall.” Rogue allowed it as she continued to spiral.

She knew she was safe, hell she was safer with Logan than anywhere else, but she still felt on edge and panicked. Logan looked even more worried now as he slowly led her to the bed. She wasn't having it as she fought to stay in the little light that snuck through the window.

Logan noticed and cursed lightly to himself, “Fucking forget not everyone can see better in the dark.” He grumbled as he turned on the lamp which seemed to help. It still wasn't helping as much as Logan seemed to think it should as he watched her worriedly.

Logan seemed to be searching for a way to help and came up short before his eyes went wide in realization. “Kit, I have an idea, ok just trust me.” He told her as he approached like one would a skittish animal. Rogue watched him wearily but allowed him to reach out. He stopped a hair's breadth from touching her cheek and Rogue fought herself from flinching back.

“I'm going to touch you and I want you to pull my hand away after a few moments, ok?” He asked and she looked at him incomprehensibly. “You trust me, right?” Logan asked and she nodded. “Good.” He breathed before cupping her cheek. She could feel the influx of instincts and desires that were distantly familiar to her from the times this had happened before.

She pulled his hand away after a few seconds and not immediately, only because he was smiling reassuringly at her. Logan took a few steadying breaths as he recollected himself before looking back at her and purring softly. Rogue was surprised when she purred back in return. The sensation was foreign and weird but surprisingly comforting.

Her surprise was obvious as Logan chuckled and purred harder, seemingly in amusement. This time when he led her to the bed she didn't protest, as he sat on the edge and she followed suit. The bed smelled so much like him, she suddenly wanted to bury herself in it. It smelled of family and promised safety, at least that's what her brain screamed.

Logan seemed to know it too as he scooted back and allowed her to crawl into it and hunker down. He huffed happily and she purred louder in return. It was warm and safe with Logan there to protect her if something happened. Her breathing had started evening out, and she wasn't panicking anymore.

“Your safe kit.” Logan reassured. Rogue felt warmth come over her, kicking out the cold shock of fear. The instincts preened at being referred to as kit, and suddenly she knew without a doubt everything was ok. She chuffed lightly and buried herself into his side, her purring redubbing.

Logan just held her close and purred right back as he rubbed her back soothingly. It didn't take long for them both to drift back off to sleep. Rogue woke up the next morning feeling more well rested than she had in a long time. She was confused for a moment as she didn't immediately recognize where she was.

It didn't take her long to remember, and she huffed as she looked to the side to see where Logan had been empty. She stretched as she got up and listened for him. She heard nothing and concluded he was already going about his day.

She didn't think as she grabbed one of his jackets before heading back to her room. It was cold in the mornings and everyone knew it, besides she knew he wouldn't care. She got dressed for the day and headed down for breakfast and saw Logan leaning on the doorway.

He turned after perking up and smiled at her, “Sleep well?” He asked. She smiled back easily, “Best sleep in a while thank you.” She told her honestly, and he just ruffled her hair, “Don't mention it kit.” He told her and she wished she could still purr to show her appreciation.

Tags: @shy-canadian-snowflake

[puari-vol]

Sleepyhead

CW: Hypnosis, Noncon, Drugging, Kidnapping

My bleary eyes opened slowly as I drifted up from a gentle sleep. The bed was oh so warm and soft beneath me and my dreams were calling me back into their embrace. But as much as I wanted to just snuggle into the warmth and let my eyes slip closed, I couldn’t help but notice I wasn’t in my bed, and wasn’t in my room. All I could see was a deep pink color and for a while my tired mind simply could not comprehend this endless pink world I found myself in. Finally I blinked the sleepiness from my eyes and realized that I had not in fact been transported to a gentle pink reality that simply went on forever and ever in every direction, but that the bed had a pink canopy that hid the rest of the room. But where was I? The question should have been more alarming, but my mind felt foggy and slow, and the bed was just so cozy and comfortable…even thinking about how nice the bed felt was caused me to sigh and relax, my eyes fluttering shut just for a moment…then another…then another…

No. I forced my eyes open once more, it was time to get up. I pushed the soft warm blanket off of me and gasped as a freezing sensation fell across my body. Even as I scrambled to pull the blanket back I began to feel numb from the cold. The moment it was over me again, the cold receded and was replaced by such a lovely warm glow. I let out a soft moan as my body relaxed back into the bed, heavy eyes fluttering shut once more. It was unbearable, unthinkable to leave this lovely feeling behind. And yet something felt wrong, something I couldn't quite place…where am I? My muddled mind tried to work through the question but it kept drifting off as sleep threatened to take me. I scooted about under the blanket, unable or unwilling to leave its comforting embrace again. At the edge of the bed I stuck a hand out to push aside the pink curtain and found...a pink room. Or perhaps not, I saw a lamp that seemed to bathe the room in a gentle pink light. The room seemed ordinary enough, but I still didn’t recognize it. I felt an uneasy feeling in my gut that my drowsy mind couldn’t ignore, I had woken up in a strange place…and I had no idea how. I steeled myself and with the blanket still wrapped tightly around me, let one foot dangle over the side of the bed. When it touched the floor it felt like stepping onto a sheet of ice, I quickly retreated the probing foot back into the safety of the blanket. I curled up into a ball, and I wanted nothing more than to just lay my head back into the soft pillows and let everything drift away... But no, I had to do something. That worried feeling in my gut was stronger now, as though I was running out of time. Wrapping the blanket around me like a cloak, I pulled myself off of the bed and cried out as my feet touched the floor again. The rest of my body was safe and warm in the blanket, but I felt an unbearable icy numbness in my feet. It took all of my willpower not to simply leap back into the bed again. I stumbled away, and nearly fell into a full length mirror. I caught a glimpse of myself, I looked so silly wrapped up in the blanket, my hair was a mess and my eyes looked so heavy and tired. I knew I should try to leave, but I just felt so sleepy right now…maybe I could lie down for a bit and then leave? That seems like a good idea…I shook my head vigorously, trying to chase the drowsiness away. I knew there wasn’t time for that, I had to leave before…before…something. I made my way to the door. But while I was preparing myself to reach a hand out to open it, I heard a sound from the other side. I froze and listened…had that been a different door? Opening and closing…now there were footsteps, they got louder and louder until suddenly the door knob was turning, the door was opening. I was momentarily blinded by the bright daylight that came in, I covered my face with the blanket…then slowly lowered it and looked up. 

Standing before me was a tall woman with long dark hair dressed in casual clothes. She looked down at me, eyes tracing me for a moment, then she smiled

“Why hello there darling, how are you feeling?”

Her voice made me feel warm and soft, my fuzzy brain slowly pondered its way to an answer

“I feel…sleepy…” 

She giggled, stepped into the room, then shut the door behind her. I let out an involuntary sigh of relief as the light dimmed again. 

“If you’re so sleepy, why’d you get out of bed silly?”

It was a good question and while I was considering it, she reached out and pulled the blanket down off of me. I braced myself in anticipation of the unbearable freezing cold…but I felt nothing of the sort. In fact the moment she touched me to take me by the arm, everything from the top of my head to the tips of my toes felt warm and comfortable again. It felt especially nice where her hand gently held my arm, and I found myself leaning into her as she led me back across the room. She stopped to toss the blanket back onto the bed, and I got another good look at myself in the mirror. I noticed I was wearing nothing but a long pink nightgown. But it wasn’t mine…not my bed, not my room, not my clothes…I was so confused. She led me to a small table and sat me down. The warm feeling remained when she let go and sat across from me, the table already had two tea cups set out and she poured something into both of them. Then she stirred something into one the cups before pushing it over to me

“Drink up sleepyhead”

I did, the drink was sweet, I quickly finished the cup while she just watched me smiling. When I was done I set the cup down and a sudden question came to my lips 

“Who are you?”

Her smile widened into a grin and she reached across the table to tuck my hair behind my ear

“It’s so lovely that you don’t remember…we’re making so much progress!”

She gave a light laugh and slid her thumb down my cheek

“It’s so cute that you couldn't get rid of the blanket…and you barely made it far at all this time! I was over an hour late and you still didn’t make it out of the room. Absolutely adorable" 

I blinked slowly, feeling more confused than ever

“This time?”

“That’s right dear, the last time you made it to the living room, and the time before that I found you in the foyer! Its so funny that you don’t remember at all”

As she spoke I felt things coming back to me. This wasn’t my room…not my home…it was hers.  She had taken me here…and she was…she was…who was she?

My eyes were drawn to a logo on the vest she was wearing. It was familiar…suddenly I knew it was the logo of the restaurant that I worked at…the restaurant we worked at…she was my coworker! Icy fear gripped me as my memories slowly returned she cocked her head as if sensing the change

“Oh? Something coming back now darling?”

I leaned away from her, terror filled me and dispelled the last of the drowsiness. 

“You…you took me! What…why? Why did you do this to me?”

Her eyes seemed sad for just a moment

“Why? You were just so tired all the time darling, that’s why. Everyday we’d chat in the break room and you’d tell me how exhausted you were with work and life and all that nonsense…so I decided to save you. You don’t have to worry about any of that anymore, no more stress, no more problems. Just my precious sleepy princess, from now on”

I was shaking my head

“But…but what if I don’t want that!?”

Her grin returned

“That’s the best part…it's not up to you anymore. Nothing is. Isn’t that lovely? Now tell me dear, since your memories are coming back…can you recall exactly how I first took you?”

The memories were flooding back even as she spoke them, it had been a long day and I was exhausted. We were getting ready to go home and she offered me something to drink… and then...

I looked down at the empty tea cup and then back up at her. She just smiled.

I tried to stand but found my hands were too numb to grip the chair. then it started It spreading up my arms. I tried to move but my legs didn’t respond, I would have toppled out of my chair if she hadn’t reached out to keep me upright. Soon the numbness spread up to my neck and head and I was completely paralyzed, propped up in the chair only by her gentle grip on my arm.

“I’m sorry darling, but I’m feeling confident that this is the last time I’ll have to use that on you”

She was still smiling, she reached up to her neck to pull at a chain, and took off the necklace she was wearing

“Now that you seem to be remembering things, let me ask you, do you remember your new favorite color?”

She lifted her closed fist over the table between us. A teardrop shaped gemstone fell from her hand and dangled in front of me. It was a pretty pink stone, and it sparked in the light as it swayed gently from side to side. I found my eyes instantly locking on to it.

“Hmm it seems to you do remember…just let yourself melt for me now darling”

Even as I tried to resist I could feel it, the pink stone filling up more and more of my mind as all my fear and anxiety was pushed out. That familiar warm sleepy feeling was filling me up again...

“Shhh just like that, so easy for you now. So effortlessly you slip right back down. I know you just want to go back to bed where you belong, but first we have to do a little more work on that sleepy head of yours. Just let all those pesky thoughts slip away again…”

I remembered how lovely it felt just to listen to her, how to just take in her words and internalize them without thinking about them at all.

“Such a good sleepy girl, deeper and deeper let those gentle clouds fill your mind as you listen and obey. You are mine. You are a precious princess who wants nothing more than to doze and dream so prettily in your bed. It feels oh so soft and warm to obey, and so cold and hard when you don't. It's just easier to obey isn't it sweetie? that's right everything will feel wonderful as long as you just listen and obey. Soon I’m going to put you back to bed, and its going to feel so wonderful darling, that you'll never want to leave. And when you drift off to sleep again, you’ll forget everything for good this time. Your past, your name, who you are. it will all be gone for good, all you'll remember is me, this room, and how lovely it feels to be my precious sleepy princess”

She put the necklace back on, and pulled me to my feet. I dimly realized that the drug had already worn off. I thought about doing something, about running for the door. She led me back to the bedside and I prepared to make my move, I would shove her back, and run for it. It was my only chance…I had to-

She gave me a gentle push, I leaned forward, my hand resting on the bed. Suddenly the room seemed unbearably cold, and I was so so tired. Before I knew what I was doing I was on the bed pulling the blanket over me again. Whatever my plan had been I could try it later...it would never work when I was all sleepy like this anyway, I needed to rest first…it was just so warm and comfortable here. As my body sank into the mattress I felt oh so drowsy. I barely noticed the shifting beside me. I noticed she had undressed and gotten under the blanket with me. After a gentle kiss on the forehead she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me gently. I thought back to when I had first woken up, that feeling that something was wrong…now I knew what it was. I had been alone. I nuzzled into her neck, and drifted off to sleep

[fictionadventurer]

One day, I will wake up and the Wiggles version of "The Rattlin' Bog" will not be in my head.

[animangalover-writes]

Time for another dream i had, this time about zutara.

This one is a lot shorter, but essentially I had a dream where kataras whole family(which seemed to have more members then in the show) all live in the fire nation, hiding the fact that they're water tribe(rather, they were water tribe).

Katara is in some sort of relationship with zuko. It's unclear if she's his wife, his girlfriend, or his mistress, but its not hidden. People know about her and her relationship with him.

(Putting the rest under a cut so I don't clog up the feed lol)

If she was his mistress it's kinda held in that way that kings had other women they'd sleep with along with their queen and it was just an accepted, albeit kinda shitty, thing to do.

Anyway, katara is also pregnant, which was kind of an underlying "plot point" and would return home to her family every day to check on them.

It's revealed here that katara is basically the only reason her family is doing pretty well for themselves. Her relationship with zuko means that they have enough to get by. It's also noted that her whole family(katara, sokka, their dad, their grandma, and some made up new family members) all live in one house. So its clear they're still kind of struggling.

It's also revealed, through a conversation with her grandma, that the only otehr reason katara is with zuko, is because it was part of a bigger plan. She and her family are part of a resistance against the fire nation, and when they realized zuko liked katara, wanted her to infiltrate and pretend to be in love with him.

The plan had clearly gone on longer then anticipated, for whatever reason, and katara is conflicted because she actually does have feelings for him now, not fo mention she's pregnant with his child.

There's a "scene" either at the beginning or after this reveal that shows zuko in a meeting with other fire nation officials, including his father and sister, and that either he was against one of their plans but is ignored or his plan gets shut down(I don't remember which). Katara always sits in on these meetings with him, and afterwards, as everyone is getting up to leave, she leans her forehead against his and whispers that everything will be alright. This is why we can tell she truly does care about him, to some degree. But it's also a moment showing potential manipulation, like shes pretending to care. It's supposed to be a little of both, she needs him to trust her but she does still love him.

After all of this, we cut to a scene in a forest/swamp. This part is kind of blurry in my head, but basically, it's a secret meeting. Katara is dressed similarly to the painted lady, her and a few other resistance members, including Sokka, Suki, and Hakoda, are planning an ambush on Zuko and his family, who are supposed to travel down a path nearby. Katara is a key part of this plan, as she's the only waterbender, and she knows this. She nods along to everything regarding the plan and she goes over important points herself as well. But as everyone else continues talking, katara is having doubts. She loves Zuko. She's about to have his child. She cares for him. But she needs to free the world from the fire nations clutches as well. She doesn't want to kill Zuko, but she has to in order to help others. She's hesitating.

They continue with the plan anyway, and through the foliage that katara and the others are hiding in, we see a carriage making its way down the path. Zuko and his family(or at least his father) are in there.

Everyone is getting ready to fight, to jump out and attack. We see a close up shot of Katara, conflicted. She's still not sure if she can go through with this, if she can kill Zuko.

And then I woke up.

[skylar-jay]

You have Cat Quest aus?

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I do! Well, just one lol

I call it the Second Chance AU It's specifically for Cat Quest 2

Basically the two protagonists are sent back home, but instead of losing all their memories they keep them, and are forced to figure out how to fix things before both fall into all out chaos.