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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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Note: requested by an anon!

Warnings: the sickness????

pairing: Sihtric x you (x Finan)

summary: keeping your pregnancy a secret during the sickness did not go as planned

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'I hump my wife whenever I want, yes.'

'What are you looking for, Finan?' Osferth asked.

'Bodies!' Finan answered, cutting through the tall grass while covering his mouth and nose with a cloth.

You, Sihtric and Osferth glanced at each other as you relaxed and laid back in the grass.

'Eh?' Osferth said for all of you.

'Bodies!' Finan shouted again, 'I know the sickness is close!'

'Why are you shitting yourself?' Sihtric taunts.

You snort at your husband's remark, who gives you a proud smirk.

'I've seen men as strong as bears at breakfast time,' Finan said, 'gurgling blood and pus by supper time! You little runt!' he snarled.

'Hey!' you gave Finan a disapproving look, but then grinned at Sihtric, loving how easy it was to rile the Irish man up right now.

You had been feeling a little under the weather yourself the past week. You knew if you told Finan, he would completely freak out, which could be funny, as you knew you weren't truly sick. But for Finan's own health, you decided against it.

Your travel continued, by foot. You and Sihtric walked with your fingers laced, and he kept you close at all times. Your husband noticed you hadn't been eating as well as usual, but to not freak Finan out, he decided to not bring it up yet, unless it would get worse or you would show signs of being ill.

Finan was the only one to hear you vomit one morning, near the river, and he stared at you, deadpan.

'The… the sickness,' he whispered with big eyes, pointing his sword's edge towards you from a safe distance.

'Finan,' you sighed and wiped your mouth, 'it's not the sickness, trust me,' you said and got up from your knees.

But as you set a step closer to Finan, the Irish man immediately took a step back. And so the dance began.

'Finan, don't be ridiculous!' you hissed, 'trust me, I'm fine.'

'Aye,' Finan said, 'and then catch the sickness myself, lady? I don't think so.'

You tried to walk back to camp but Finan blocked your way, from a safe distance still.

'Excuse me?' Your eyebrow raised so high, it almost hurt.

'You can't go back to the others,' Finan said firmly.

'Finan, you will let me go to my husband, right now, or I will cough in your face when you sleep!' you snarled.

Finan grimaced and took several steps back, allowing your passage back to camp, back to Sihtric.

Finan kept a close eye on you as the days progressed, and he was the only one aware of your early morning sickness. He did find it interesting no one else seemed to get sick like you, and he was especially puzzled that Sihtric didn't catch the sickness, knowing you and him were all over each other the whole day. Which kind of made Finan feel sick, but in a whole different way.

Unfortunately, Finan became more paranoid after the events earlier that day. You and the group you travelled with had been cornered, the only seemingly safe way out was through a river, which was filled with dead bodies, all victims of the horrible sickness. And it all spooked Finan even more.

'We can swim through!' your husband, the oaf, had blurted out, which you told him off for later, in private.

'Sihtric, why are you so reckless?' you asked.

'I am not!' Sihtric retorted, 'I just wanted everyone to get to safety.'

'By suggesting to swim through waters in which dead bodies lay? My love,' you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face.

You absolutely loved Sihtric, but sometimes you wondered how he was still alive, being the way he is.

Sihtric didn't reply. Looking back, he knew he had been reckless, and he felt bad.

'You know I meant well,' he mumbled.

'I do,' you took his hands, 'but, Sihtric, you have to promise me to try and be more careful. Because I really need you here, with me,' you kissed his cheek, 'alive and well.'

'Did you wash your hands?' Finan asked you when you were making their dinner later that day.

'Yes. I washed them in that river, with the bodies!' you offered Finan a mean glare, and he returned the same face.

He went to sit at a safe distance while keeping his eyes on you. Sihtric was resting under a tree, several paces away from you, while the others were scouting the surrounding lands.

'You will kill us all,' Finan whispered, 'all of us, lady.'

'Will you shut up!' you hissed, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Sihtric wasn't catching any of this.

'Does Sihtric know? That you're dying?'

'Finan, will you shut your mouth?' you groaned, 'I am not dying! I do not have the sickness!'

'Aye, that's exactly what someone would say who is dying, because of the sickness!'

'Okay, listen,' you said as you had enough, 'don't tell anyone else, okay? But I am not sick. I am pregnant.'

Finan stared at you.

'Pregnant?!' He then blurted out loud.

You tried to hush him, but it was already too late. When you looked back over your shoulder, you saw your husband awake and alert, sitting up in the grass.

'You… you and Sihtric have been fooling around during the sickness?' Finan grimaced.

'Oh, I'm sorry. Just because your cock stops working when someone sneezes, doesn't mean that goes for everyone else!' you hissed.

Finan flared his nostrils. 'Lady, my co-'

'My love?' Sihtric frowned at the heated interaction as he walked over, 'what is going on?'

'You humped your wife while the sickness is going around?' Finan asked, stunned.

Sihtric shrugged and gave Finan a proud smile, 'I hump my wife whenever I want, yes.'

'And you got her pregnant?!'

'Finan, no!' you yelled.

But it was too late. Sihtric's jaw had already dropped and his eyes were big, fixated on you.

'Is that… is that true?' he asked as he took your hands, 'darling are you… are we…'

'It's true,' you smiled, 'I carry your pup. And I couldn't be happier. I really wanted to tell you myself,' you said, 'and not like this. But the Irish loud mouth had to ruin it,' you glared at Finan.

Sihtric teared up and even Finan softened now, when he finally realised you weren't a threat to his health.

'Lady,' Finan said as he finally approached you, 'I owe you an apology.'

'Apology?' Sihtric frowned as he pulled you in his arms, 'what did he do, darling?'

'Your friend here has been harassing me for days,' you hissed at Finan, 'he heard me vomit one morning, you know, morning sickness, but he thought I caught the sickness.'

'I did,' Finan admitted, 'and I was wrong. I am sorry.'

'Is that why you're not eating as much lately?' Sihtric asked you, 'I noticed it but as you seemed fine otherwise, I didn't want to scare anyone else.'

'Yes,' you admitted, 'I hoped you wouldn't pick up on it, my love. But I've passed those days already,' you smiled, 'I am feeling good now. Just, maybe, a little worried about the pup, you know? Of course the sickness worries me too.'

'Lady,' Finan said, 'I promise I will look out for you,' he looked at Sihtric, 'I promise, mate. We have to keep your woman safe.'

'I know,' Sihtric swallowed hard, still trying to grasp that he was becoming a father, 'I… I will.'

'We will,' Finan said, 'aye? We will keep her safe.'

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brotherwtf · 1 month

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was reading a fic for another fandom where one of the characters have selective mutism & i was thinking about what if there was an au where gale has selective mutism (maybe because of his childhood or any sort of past trauma) & bucky eventually becomes the exception but only after like a really long time of knowing gale and trying his best to make himself special to gale or something like that

hope you’re having an amazing day & sending you tons and tons of hugs & kisses xoxo

omg wait this is actually so interesting! thank you anon!! sending all of my hugs and kisses back 💕💕

Gale's father would almost always yell at him whenever he talked back, even if Gale was just asking a question, so Gale just learned to not talk at all. It made the relationship he had with his father a little easier because he sometimes wouldn't come up with an excuse to beat Gale if he hadn't talked first. That didn't mean everything was grand and dandy, but it helped a little

When he finally enlisted, he was able to muster up the strength to talk briefly during flight school, only when he found necessary. His instructors liked that he was brief and quiet, he didn't talk back and always did what he was told without a single peep. Everyone thought he was weird.

Of course when Bucky strolled into their shared dorm and found his roomie wasn't a talker, he made it his goal to make Gale talk.

Gale was very hesitant to the onslaught of attention and friendliness from John, he was so used to indifference and politeness that having someone genuinely interested in him shocked him a little bit. John would drag him to outings, try to make jokes with him, sit with him in their classes, while Gale would only smile and give him a curt nod.

But John never gave up, even on the hardest days where Gale wouldn't even say a word to anyone, not even his instructors. What Gale didn't realize was how much he also cared for John, and only realized that once John was shipping out before him.

It was a routine night, just like any at the pub celebrating, but when they got back to their small room Gale closed the door and turned back to John who was already wrestling with his uniform. He quietly walked over and helped him and tried to ignore the way that John stared at his hands.

The first proper sentence Gale ever said to John was "I'm going to miss you, Bucky," and John was absolutely over the moon, promising Gale that he would stay alive long enough to get him reciting monologues, which of course made Gale laugh.

Gale half expects him to go quiet again when he's overseas, especially thinks he's never going to speak again after his first mission, but John was always there, pulling sentences from him and having brief conversations. It wasn't hard, with John, Gale actually felt like he wanted to talk to him.

It got to the point where Gale was having full conversations with John, and only John, would lean into his ear when he wanted to contribute something to the whole group and John would repeat it no problem. Gale was able to tell John about his father, and John cleverly interjects "So that's why you don't talk, don't like sports," and Gale only smiles because it had taken him so long to figure that out himself.

Gale expected the Stalag to make him go mute again, to bring back some of the trauma he felt with his father, but in actuality he didn't. Seeing John suffering so horribly brought out something in him he couldn't quite place, he would talk to him even when John wouldn't respond, and he knew how it felt to be John all of those years. It helped both of them, in the end, even when there were some bumpy patches.

It becomes special to them, Gale would only talk to John and of course that blossoms into something far closer than friendship. John was able to rewire something in Gale's brain to allow him to speak freely, and Gale would be forever grateful for that.

They didn't kiss until after the war was over, up in that control tower where Gale had taken his first sip of alcohol. Neither of them spoke, just sat and watched the flares go up and listened to the men cheering around base. They didn't talk when Gale found John staring at him instead of the flares, and they didn't talk when John leaned in and pressed his lips to Gale's.

After the war, they lived together in some sort of peace, as much peace as two war veterans can have, and Gale spent his days talking with John about everything and nothing. Gale was eternally grateful that John helped him find his voice, and hoped he would never lose it again.

#mota #clegan #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #asks

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pooks · 2 months

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just thought about how straw hat!Ichiji would fare during the Whole Cake Island arc

the answer? Ichiji becomes horribly traumatized

background. how did he get kidnapped? Ichiji was with Sanji during the Zou arc, but he seperated himself from the group minutes earlier because of a horrible gut feeling. Ichiji didn't want to worry the others and decided to investigate on his own. instead, he's laid down by brute force (even if he put up a good fight, refusing to bow down)

at Germa 66 and Ichiji's "punishment" for running away with Sanji you know how Sanji got the explosive bracelets? well...Ichiji got a collar around his neck and instead of being explosive, it sends electric shocks and forces him to bend his will to Judge.

through the arc, Ichiji is subjected to the continuations of his genetic modifications. Judge is still obsessed about making him his masterpiece. he considers Ichiji, despite going rogue, more worth than Sanji and with the revelation that Ichiji can use haki, he's determined to awaken Ichiji's "true power"

also at Germa he got a non-consentual haircut at Germa. his hair also turns vibrantly red instead of his usual dark red hair; a side effect of being forced to use the raid suit.

Sanji finds out Ichiji's secret Sanji, after his fight with Judge, finds out from Reiju exactly what Ichiji did for him the six months he was in the dungeons when they were kids.

Ichiji vowed to himself to never tell Sanji about the deal he made with Judge and went through "six months of absolute hell", in exchange for Sanji's freedom. and now, they're back and Ichiji must hold up his part of the deal, even if it means he will forever become Judge's pawn.

Sanji gets, understandably, upset by this revelation and he gets a flashback to growing up at the Baratie with Ichiji. he had always viewed his older quadruplet as an overbearing, annoying know-it-all, but now, he has context and realizes that Ichiji had more in common with their mother than he thought. both of them sacrificing for Sanji's sake, although in different ways; Sora was slowly dying when she attempted to save her sons' humanity while Ichiji was willing to endure a painful existence for him

Sanji's declarations, "I want to go home to the Sunny" and "I want to save my brother this time" during the "I want to go back to the Sunny", Sanji also reveals to Luffy that Ichiji can't leave either, although in the physical sense. Sanji doesn't want to leave Ichiji behind and let him be punished again for letting Sanji escape. Sanji truly loves Ichiji and wants to save him. he doesn't care for Judge or his other two brothers, but he can't let them die either.

Sanji tells that he never knew what Ichiji did for him until now and he feels like a bad little brother when his older quadruplet went and suffered for his sake. starting with making a deal with Judge and moving towards to starving at the rock where Ichiji made sure Sanji was more fed than himself. Sanji knows he can never repay for what Ichiji did for him

but if he knows if he doesn't do anything, then Ichiji will die and Sanji can't bear the pain of living without his big brother. this one declaration also hits home for Luffy, who thinks about Ace

Luffy, in a very Luffy-esque way, decides to crash the wedding to save his cook and his archivist

Straw Hats and Germa 66 vs. Big Mom Pirates

it happens like in canon, with the exception that Ichiji is very subdued at this point due to his continued surgeries and shock collar. he's still rebellious and calls out Judge at numerous times, especially when they're stuck in hardened candy. Ichiji has a lot of pent up resentment and even snaps at Judge that he hates him.

when Sanji saves them, Ichiji smiles for the first time since they were taken and Sanji feels warm by seeing the proud look in Ichiji.

Ichiji makes the choice to use the raid suit, although he looks at Sanji and says it's his choice this time. Ichiji, during his fight with Charlotte Katakuri, awakens "Sparkling Red" but he's still no match for Katakuri

during the wedding-crash-fight, Ichiji' gets his hair bangs cut's hair fringe gets cut, making his other eye visible with its scar.

escaping Whole Cake and disowning the "Vinsmoke"

Ichiji and Sanji gets their full circle moment with Germa as they're leaving on the Sunny. Judge is still a piece of shit and makes the whole Sanji-bashing speech. only this time, Ichiji steps up and tells him that Sanji is maybe a "failure" in Judge's eyes, but he was Sora's triumph.

Judge turns his attention to his eldest son and demands to know why Ichiji would go such lengths, abandoning his fate of greatness for "a stone around your neck, weighting you down". Ichiji then gives a cold smile and says that he always had emotions from the start; he was just clever and better at hiding his emotions when it was needed.

he calls out Judge for his obsession of making Germa "great" again and retorts that Germa was never great from the start. it fell from glory because they choose to become monsters instead. he gives examples of recognized kingdoms such as Alabasta and tells why they succeed while Germa fails.

Ichiji gets a surprise on his own when Niji and Yonji calls out for him, asking why he chose to abandon them. Ichiji looks at them and comes to the conclusion that perhaps they always had feelings, but for his two other brothers...they most likely didn't even know what emotion was and are, most likely, confused and manipulated.

Ichiji decides that they need to figure out themselves by their own and only answers that he decided that he want to become a human. he bids them and Reiju farewell and reminds them who he is.

"This is not a goodbye because I will never return. I'm not a Vinsmoke. I am Scarlet Ichiji of the Straw Hats Pirates. Farewell!"

in the aftermath when they're heading to Wano, Nami tries to fix Ichiji's hair and sees no choice than to even out his hair fringe, leaving both his eyes visible. Ichiji feels conflicted about this; he's happy that he stands out from the "Vinsmoke" style, but saddened that he no longer resemble Sanji or their mother Sora. Chopper comforts him that maybe they meet a Devil Fruit user who can grow hair, but Ichiji smiles and says that he'd rather be patient and let his hair grow long again.

when Sanji cooks for the crew once again, Ichiji relishes as he eats the food Zeff used to make when he and Sanji were kids; pan-fried seafood risotto. the arc ends with Ichiji and Sanji sharing a wholesome, tender moment as brothers. 🥺

#pooks rambles #one piece #one piece au #straw hat ichiji au #ichiji runs away with sanji au #vinsmoke ichiji #scarlet ichiji #black leg sanji #whole cake island #whole cake arc #whole cake spoilers

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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Maybe something like size kink with gavi and if you’re okay with it maybe a smut

My world in my arms

Ps. I love his little piggy back rides!! 😍😍😍

You were traveling back home from a visiting your family in Hawaii and Pablo was overjoyed to have you back home again.

Since you spent all of his summer together, and you still had some days off when his pre-season started, you both traveled to US together and you went to spend some time with your family.

You moved to Barcelona for college and didn't even imagine falling in love so soon and with none other than Pablo Gavira.

Your parents were overjoyed to hear you found love, and that you had someone looking out for you so far away. After a few months of dating, you moved in with him and his family because it made it easier to avoid public eyes.

It was Pablo who wanted to make it official first and you let him take it his tempo being very proud when he first presented you as his girl to the public. From that point on, you were always holding hands in public and being very affectionate.

You think the whole Spain now knows what a simp you both are for each other..hehe :)

"Amor!" he rushed to grab you in his arms and spin you around happily not caring about numerous pictures being taken of the two of you. You had a safe but kinda uncomfortable flight so you were massaging your neck while you waited for your bag together.

"You had no sleep did you preciosa? I can see your under eyes" he said and you pout thinking you must look horrible right now.

"And they are not preventing you from being absolutely breathtaking mi niña!" he pulled you into a hug like he was reading your mind and you smiled fitting just perfectly against him. You always loved how he could hold all of you in his arms due to your size difference.

"From now on, you're letting me get you a business class princesa" he said massaging you neck while still keeping an eye out for the bag on the carousel.

"No way cariño! You know I'm all coach all the way!" you say giggling but you both knew you just didn't want Pablo spending his money on you. Some people suggested money is all you were after but they don't know you..not like Pablo does..he knows how it feels when something is real and this was just it. He wished people would give you a break.

"There it is!" you show and he jumped grabbing it and the two of you left to his parked car and drove to his family house.

"We're home!" Pablo called and Belen was quick to run and give you a tight hug. You were really happy to see both her and Mr. Gavira but right now you just wanted to be back in your man's arms again.

"Would you like something to eat querida??" Belen asked and you gave her a kind smile shaking your head politely.

"Let's let her wash up and get some rest. We will expect you both for dinner" Mr. Gavira said and you nodded smiling at him thankfully before Pablo grabbed your hand and went upstairs to the guest room you used.

He carried the bag while you were taking off your clothes until his big strong arms wrapped around your body and he pulled you back against himself.

"Have I told you despite loving having you here, I hate that I can't sleep with you! You're so close but still out of my reach princesa.." Pablo was whinny and you definitely missed this. You turned around in his arms looking up definitely feeling smaller again.

"Couple of days cariño..and our apartment will be ready" you remind him and he smiles at the thought of living ALONE with you soon very excited about it.

"And then guest room will be for actual guests and us two will sleep in our room..hm in our bed..all cuddled up together..every night" he was pulling you close and trapping you with his arms but you didn't mind loving the way it made you feel small but safe.

"I love the sound of that Pablito..now, you should let me go shower?" you smile and he lets go so you walk towards the bathroom and he follows like a lost puppy.

Not even a minute passed of you getting into the shower did Pablo peek his head through your curtains making you giggle and walk to kiss his nose.

"Can I join you princesa??" he said and you chuckled shaking your head while kissing him back feeling his arms move inside getting wet while holding your hips.

"Your parents are downstairs amor.." you remind him and he sighs knowing that you were right, like always hehe.

"Just a few more days..precioso" you say kissing him again and he smiled again looking forwards to being able to do whatever he wanted with you whenever he wants to do so.

"I'm waiting for you in the room princesa!" he said smirking and you blush nodding your head and finishing your shower quickly and joining him.

You were so comfortable in your pajamas yawning and he chuckled opening his arms and asking you to join him which you gladly did. You sighed in relied once your head was on his chest finally, his strong smell making you feel at home and his strong arms holding all of you against his body.

"Te extraño mucho mi amor!" he said kissing your head and you smile nodding your head and nuzzling your face into his neck.

"Me too cariño.." you smile when he kissed the top of your head.

"Get some sleep for me preciosa..I've got you and I'm not going anywhere, don't you worry"he says and you sigh nodding your head and closing your eyes finally able to properly relax.

"I feel so safe in your arms.." you say sleepy feeling ablo's hold tighten so you opened your eyes and looked up at him.

"You're so tiny against me..and I love it so much princesa. Makes me feel like a protector..like a real man willing to do anything for his little princesa..tu eres mi vida amor..and I can hold my world in my arms finally.." he said kissing your lips before starting to play with your hair gently and you slipped into deep sleep.

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avengers-rule103 · 6 months

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"Jon would rather ruin his own happiness and breakup with Nancy so she can go to the college she wants and get the job she wants" - Jonathan isn't giving up his own happiness by breaking up with Nancy, he's choosing his own happiness. he even talks about wanting to stop chasing a dream that isn't his. in the future he imagines for them they are sad and angry and resent each other (funny how that's possible even without kids in the picture, huh?) , he doesn't want that future, he knows Nancy doesn't want that future either. "Lonnie is an asshole who chose alcohol over his family, controlled what Joyce did and never cared about his family" - Jonathan doesn't want to have Nancy give up on her dreams for him as mentioned previously, and giving up his family is exactly what he would be doing if he stayed with Nancy, his whole point of not wanting to go to the same college as Nancy is so that he can stay with Joyce and Will. He's choosing his family like his father never did. And oh my god Nancy HAS NEVER FUCKING SAID SHE DOES NOT WANT KIDS. EVER. Steve, didn't propose working for his dad's buisness in season 2 as some cruel scheme to lock Nancy into the same fate her mum and dad ended up in, he offered it out of love, because he knew that he wasn't good at school, that she was, that she does have a bright future and career ahead of her and wants to do everything in his power to support her even if it means working for someone who, while we may never see - hear enough about to know he's not winning any father of the year points any time soon. And that's what he would continue to do if (*cough cough* when) they do get back together. Y'all are purposefully mischaracterising Steve just to make him seem like such a horrible controlling person, when he has absolutely never acted that way towards anyone, least of all Nancy. When he fucked up he admitted to it, apologised for it, and tried to make up for it, cleaned the board from the cinema, even went so far as to apologise to Jonathan, both without telling Nancy (because he wasn't doing it to win her back, to keep her in a relationship she didn't want) doing it because it was the right thing to do. Steve has been called "The Babysitter" for the entire show, always looking after the kids, always doing his best to keep them from danger, leading the pack when Dustin and the gang want to explore the Upside Down tunnels because if anyone tries to hurt them they're gonna have to go through him first, and you still believe that Steve would be the one to get a job and make Nancy stay at home with any amount of kids? For the love of god, make it make sense. Y'all gotta remember that just like how Steve and Nancy "chose" each other in the early seasons while they were still in high school, so did Nancy and Jonathan, and surprise surprise once again, the decisions made in high school can change. Your life doesn't end after high school. Or after college. You can choose a person, choose a career, choose this that and the other and then you can also choose differently later down the line. and that's okay. Also last time i checked, the future that Steve imagines, is filled with support and love and happiness. so.... there's that too.

#i can't believe i'm even on jonathan's side in this #you know the tables have turned when i'm suddenly supportive of jonathan #maybe i'm getting sick or something #stranger things #stancy #steve harrington #nancy wheeler

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cybertron-after-dark · 5 months

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You should write beast wars, can I have some silly predacon headcanons?

I should absolutely write beast wars. Silly Predacon headcanons coming up

-Megatron talks battle strategy with his rubber duck all the time. He considers it his most trusted advisor because it's never said anything stupid and never tried to kill him. Honestly, he's tempted to think of the little dude as his only real friend.

-Speaking of Megatron, the man is a WHORE for a good bath bomb. Lush addiction, 100%. He has a whole hidden stock of bath bombs, bath salts, scented oils, candles, decorative soaps, scented metal polish and flower petals specifically for spoiling himself when he feels like hes completely surrounded by idiots. Which is often. Has he ever tried to eat one of the decorative soaps that look like baked goods? It doesn't count if it's the t rex hand.

-the reason skorponok occasionally reverts into caveman speak for some episodes is the writers couldn't figure out what to do with him he knows talking like that pisses off tarantulas and he thinks his annoyance is funny even though literally nobody else is amused by the bit.

-skorponok actually kind of misses dinobot because he made his job a lot easier. Constantly pitching ideas, suggesting battle strategies, pointing out flaws in plans. He was useful, even if he seemed to hate skorponok. He doesn't really know how to be a good second in command anymore because a crucial part of the dynamic is missing and he just can't adapt.

-waspinator is perfectly capable of speaking in normal grammar and not in the third person but he's been doing it since he joined in with Megatron and at this point he thinks he's in too deep to knock it off. He thinks it makes him sound cuter because it's actually an evolution of internet uwu speak. Memes get weirdly translated from earth to Cybertron and back.

-waspinator is actually really good at baking but he'll get blasted to bits a thousand times over before he lets anyone other than terrorsaur know because none of his other coworkers deserve to try his cupcakes (and also because he doesn't want to get "promoted" to kitchen slave). Dinobot knew, but he didn't snitch. Wasp never found out that Dinobot would occasionally snag a brownie, he always thought he just counted wrong.

-Terrorsaur is not above attempting to seduce a maximal but all his flirting attempts go horribly awry. If they don't outright reject him they just have no idea what he's getting at bc Predacon flirting is usually a lot different than maximal flirting so everyone thinks he's just kind of being a dick like usual. Dinobot knows exactly what is happening and ranges anywhere from amused to disgusted by the cross-faction fling attempts. The flying weasel clearly has no principles.

-Every couple weeks or so wasp and terrorsaur will get together to watch terrible movies over a bottle of highgrade and it always devolves into bitching about megatron. They tried inviting tarantulas a few times but he'd always make things Weird by bringing in slashers with really good special effects and proceeding to gush about how tasty the gore looks.

-Tarantulas knows what just about every living species in the known galaxy tastes like, organic, mechanical and everything in between. If it's made contact with Cybertron, chances are he's he's tried their flesh (or lack thereof). If it's at all possible, he wants to find out enough about the Vok to figure out how to capture, kill and eat one.

-Tarantulas also thinks rampage is a total poser when it comes to cannibalism. He doesn't even look like he's having fun with it. Barely any torturing or teasing beforehand, only dramatic monologues about fear and anguish. Bah! Amateur...

-Blackarachnia has a trash tv addiction. She doesn't know WHY the Darksyde's datatrax has every season of Keeping Up with the Kardashians and like 30 TLC produced shows, but she refuses to stop watching them. Tarantulas fucking hates it. She does not care and if he complains she will turn the volume higher.

-Blackarachnia has incredibly mixed feelings on the story Cinderella. On the one hand, it gives her a degree of hope. A girl reduced to a work slave for terrible people that gets to escape and live it up with a guy that lives her? Great conceptually, but she only got to get out of it because she was a good person and nice to everyone. Blackarachnia? Not quite so disgustingly sweet. She's a bad girl through and through. And evidently bad people don't get to escape bad situations. Oh well. She can always try to fake it til she makes it.

-Inferno has always secretly hoped that when the war is over, his Queen Megatron will settle down with him and repopulate the colony together. He has wildly saccharine domestic daydreams of being with his giant beloved lizardy queen and their 3000+ kids. He has accidentally let this slip around Megatron once, who proceeded to pointedly ignore what he just said.

-Terrorsaur and Blackarachnia got Inferno to watch Drag Race but upon hearing the contestants being called queen, he took it a bit too literally and interpreted the show as the sad, underwhelming way human queens settle disputes between their colonies instead of just fighting the proper way. Lame.

-Quickstrike is so so very sad he can't play video games. He wants to play GTA and cause excessive and wanton death and destruction, but his fucked up hands cannot hold the controller. He forsakes Primus for building him the way he did. He keeps trying to get tarantulas to make him a usable controller but he gets brushed off every time.

-Quickstrike has attempted to ride inferno in his beast mode into battle. It did not end well but for about a solid 18 seconds it looked metal as hell.

-Rampage actually really likes depth charge and wants to be friends sooooo bad but he doesn't know how to handle that in a healthy way so he keeps trying to get his attention by playing up the cannibalism thing and hoping they fight again. Honestly he just kind of likes depth charge holding him, even if it's in a chokehold.

-After losing transmutate, Rampage projected a lot of his grief onto waspinator, which lead to a very strange period of time on the ship where rampage would get very cuddly and protective of wasp, who was incredibly terrified of what would happen if he shoved the crab off. Usually accompanied by Rampage being Incredibly Sad.

-every month the preds have a game night. Usually a board game or card game with Megatron's house rules. Said house rules are specifically designed to make a fight break out for his amusement. These game nights typically end with at least three people in the r-chamber and somebody missing at least one limb.

#maccadam #transformers #beast wars #megatron #skorponok #terrorsaur #tarantulas #waspinator #blackarachnia #inferno #quickstrike #rampage #dinobot #honorary dinobot tag bc he didnt get his own headcanons but he did show up in the others #ALMOST LIKE THE TEAM STILL FEELS HIS ABSENCE AND CANNOT FULLY FUNCTION AS A UNIT WITHOUT HIM HAHAHA AINT THAT CRAZY #god we shouldve seen more of his dynamic woth the other preds when he was on their side

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thatgingerswritings · 1 year

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Stay with me

Newt X Reader

→ He/him pronouns

→ Movie based but I put a few things from the books, mainly for the griever description

Synopsis: reader is a runner and unfortunately meets a Griever during his daily run in the Maze. He comes back to the Glade terrified and seeks comfort in Newt.

Warnings: none

A/N: English is not my first language, I also may not know the whole Glader's slang but I hope I got it right. Please correct me if I made any mistake!

!!REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

You were about to leave for the Maze with Minho. Your bags were ready and you were just waiting for the keeper's green light, but it seemed that he was taking his time today. Which was weird, considering Minho's devotion. Weird or not, he wasn't there, and you were not a runner for nothing: you couldn't stay still. You had zero patience and needed to let your energy out to not go insane between these walls. So you decided to do a quick warm up by jogging around the Glade until Minho decides to show up. After a quick stretch, you run to the Homestead.

As you pass by the Gardens, a voice you know very well calls you.

"Oh hi Newt!" you say as he walks to you.

"What are you doing?" he asks and looks around, "where's Minho?"

You shrug. "I have no idea. Maybe that shank decided to sleep in." you answer, earning a little laugh from the blonde.

An awkward silence followed, you didn't know what to say as you were too focused on your racing heartbeat. Newt made it beat faster than any running session, but he didn't seem to notice and you wouldn't tell him. After two seconds of silence that felt like two hours, you speak again, trying not to stutter.

"I'm going to look for hi-" you began, but you feel a fist hitting your shoulder, "ouch!"

You turn around and see your friend. His eyebrows frowned and his arms crossed on his chest.

"Where were you?" Minho asked, annoyed.

"Where were YOU? I went running because I was bored, I waited for you for almost 30 minutes!"

You pointed an accusing finger at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah whatever, let's go." he said before walking to the door.

You sigh and turn to Newt again. "See how he treats me? A tyrant." He smiles at your comment. "Guess I gotta go then, see you later!"

"Yeah, be careful."

"As always," you give him a wink, which caused the boy to blush a little, but you didn't notice.

You smile at each other and you have to mentally slap yourself to walk away from Newt and get to the Maze. You join Minho who's waiting for you, the bag on his shoulders and his arms crossed.

"Who's waiting for who now?" he says as you roll your eyes.

"C'mon it's been two minutes!"

"Felt like an eternity."

Minho really got on your nerves sometimes, but you knew he was doing it on purpose so you couldn't be mad at him. He sure was funny, but you would never tell him that as he absolutely didn't need an ego boost. You put your bag on your shoulders and follow your friend in the Maze before separating ways and going to your section. You ran for hours, following the path you were used to and taking notes at every turn. You were here for almost a year and a half and you basically knew the Maze like the back of your hand.

After a few hours, the sun was at its zenith and you decided to take a break to eat and drink. You took around 15 minutes off, as you did everyday, because again, staying still longer was impossible to you. You could handle an hour or two with nothing to do in the Glade, but in the Maze it was a whole different story. So you packed your things and went on your daily routine, but before you could make a step, you heard it. The metallic stomps against the cold stone of the Maze, and the horrible grunt you could hear at night when you were not sleeping. You froze and held your breath. A thousand thoughts were running through your head and you knew you had to run, but your legs were like paralysed and you couldn't bring yourself to move. You didn't know when you started breathing again, but another set of metallic sounds and rattlings got you out of your trance and your legs finally moved again. You carefully approached the origin of the sounds. You had no doubt it was a Griever, but you wanted to make sure it didn't notice you.

After only a few steps you realised that walking towards a Griever was definitely the worst idea you've ever had, but there was no time to think about it as the creature rolled in front of you. It was on the other side of the corridor, about 50 meters away. Your body moved by itself, you had no time to think. You heard it go after you and you tried to run faster if it was possible, cursing under your breath. The Griever was getting closer, and tears started to blur your vision. Your legs felt like they were on fire and you could swear your heart was about to explode in your chest. Even your throat hurt from breathing so fast. You could still hear the Griever rolling behind you, his pliers slamming as if it was just having fun by menacing to catch you. Though the sounds were distant; your heartbeat was so strong you could feel it in your head and you heard your blood's pumping.

You turned around a few corners of the Maze without thinking and luckily you didn't end up trapped in a dead end. You ran for hours, refusing to stop before you arrived in the Glade, you weren't sure if the Griever was still after you but you were too scared to look behind you. You couldn't hear anything else than your heartbeat and your loud steps echoing on the huge walls.

One last turn and you saw the vast green expanse in front of you. You didn't slow down and even tried to run faster to the Glade. In just a few seconds you exited the Maze and were back in the only safe place you knew. A few meters in the Glade and you finally stopped running (more like your legs gave up and you fell on the ground). You tried to catch your breath but you started crying at the same time which could give the impression to anyone seeing you that you were convulsing. To your own surprise, you didn't cry for long, just a few minutes, but it took you some time to breath normally again. You sat down, your back against the wall and your gaze on the grass. Zoning out, you didn't hear the steps approaching you.

"Y/n? Why are you already back?" you recognised Newt's accent and looked up. He immediately kneeled in front of you, visibly worried. "Are you okay?"

"I... I just saw a Griever..." your voice was shaky and tears were coming up to your eyes again, "it- it chased me and... I don't know how I'm still alive..."

"What?!" Newt exclaimed before processing to check out your body for possible wounds, "did you get stung? I'm calling the medjacks!" He got up and you grabbed his hand.

"No, I'm fine..." your voice broke and tears were running down your cheeks again, "can you stay with me..? P-Please..." you said between sobs.

Newt nodded and kneeled in front of you again. Your back no longer against the wall, you threw your arms around his him and sobbed heavily against his chest. He hugged you back, his arms around your shoulders. His left hand gently rubbing your back and his other hand resting on your head. "It's okay," he whispered, "you're safe now." You stayed like that for a few minutes, until your sobs became soft sniffles. Newt's grip on you loosened when he felt that you were calming down, but you didn't let go an even held him a bit tighter.

"Wait," you said with a little panic in your voice before whispering again, "don't pull away... not yet." He put his arms on your back again. "Okay, I'll stay as long as you need."

#tmr fic #tmr newt #newt x y/n #newt x reader #gay #lgbtqia #fanfiction #the maze runner #imagine #the maze runner imagine #tmr imagines #x reader #x male reader #male reader #gay mlm #mlm #the scorch trials #the death cure #tmr fandom

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8-rae-rae-8 · 7 months

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Classification AU drabble with a little bit of shrinking while regressed <3

A little thing with the Riley family. A mini fix it, if you will

Tw drugs, addiction, alcohol, self harm

It was usually up to Tommy to take care of Simon when he happened to regress. Which would happen at the worst times, really. As the two got older, it got worse then suddenly stopped when Simon began to pick up on the fact that he was receiving less and less help, leaving him sick, hungry, gross, and unbathed... Needles began appearing in Tommy's space, and god Simon could hardly fight back tears.

Relying on his little brother was already hard enough, now his dad got Tommy hooked on something that could and probably would kill him. Tommy wasn't a caregiver, he was simply neutral. A normal guy, with no instinct on whether Simon needed him or not. But Tommy still- well used to, take care of Simon the best. Their mom wasn't around much, mostly with her friends to escape their dad or drinking. Addictions ran in the family.

Seeing his brother fall into drugs hardly kept Simon any more stable. But he forced back regressing. He had to because he couldn't take care of himself. He had to because he needed the keep the peace in the family. And that meant staying big and protecting his, very intoxicated, little brother when their dad would come at them in the middle of the night. It would leave Simon shaking, but he still stumbled his way back to bed after protecting Tommy. He was still a big brother, with a duty- he had to do this.

As shitty as it was, Simon used every possible thing to keep himself big. Pain was a thing he didn't want to admit to using. If there was blood, he could stay big... And as an older teen at that point, he knew it was stupid. But he reminded himself he was doing it for Tommy whenever a new cut was opened on his arm. The blood kept him on edge. Gave him something to look at to keep steady.

He couldn't drop, not when he was actively in danger of everything and everyone. When Tommy wasn't high, he didn't even trust him then. A hug, a small chat, a few nods. Small things. Simon could see that Tommy was relieved that he wasn't small, even though it was all he needed.

If he could just drop... Have someone to look after him, tell him it was okay- He needed to be okay. For everyone. He had to. All of it fell on his shoulders, aside from work, that was his mother's thing. One less task for Simon. Needles were put in a hazardous bin he got once he realized it wasn't going to stop. He took care of groceries and meals... Even if he wanted his horrible father to starve for what he was doing. Ruining Tommy and risking all of their lives.

But that was years ago. In a way, he still held that resentment, but when he showed up a few days before Christmas and saw his nephew, it didn't feel so bad anymore. Even with tons and tons of new scars and emotional damage, thanks Roba, he clicked into place with the family again. Tommy's wife was really the sweetest woman he'd ever met, and their son, Joseph, god words couldn't contain it.

Simon spent a lot of time playing with Joseph that evening. And since they were all staying in the Riley house, it made it a whole hell of a lot easier to settle down.

He didn't wake up to bloodshed. He didn't wake up to see the family massacred in the living room. No. For the first time, he woke up absolutely tiny in his little bothers arms. His little legs kicked a little under the familiar touch. Without opening his eyes, he knew. Tommy held him again- took care of him.

Simon melted into his brother's care. Soft coos had him smiling as his eyes opened to peer up at Tommy.

"I missed this... look how adorable you are!" Tommy would praise him, tickling his side for a moment before he lightly bounced him and held him on his chest. It was all sweet, home in his brother's arms. With their dad far far away in a hospital Simon didn't care to remember the name of.

If he could deny being cute, he would, but Simon could only babble and whine in response, only getting a laugh and a kiss on the forehead in return.

Simon was attached at Tommy's hip the whole day, being held warmly in his arms or rested next to him- he wasn't ever far. He even let Beth, his wife, hold him for a few minutes before fussing. Joseph, however, got taught all about the little classification and how uncle Simon needed to be small to be happy n healthy! He got to hold Simon for all of a minute before he got nervous and Tommy took him back.

But this was family, somewhere happy- It was a good Christmas time. Perfect holiday season. Having everyone, excluding their dad, close. And the new addition of Joseph and Beth were certainly welcomed. Simon was there that night and protected his family, no one died. And he was rewarded with being able to be small all day. He got all the love he desperately craved from people he liked being around.

#classification au #simon ghost riley #cod agere

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tinkerbelle05 · 2 years

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I See You

Characters: Ao’nung x GN!Metakaynia!reader, Lo’ak x GN!Metakaynia!reader (one-sided on Lo’ak’s part)

Warnings: angst, denial of feelings, jealousy, fluff at the ending

Summary: After seeing you had become close to Lo’ak, Ao’nung started to feel jealous. But he wasn’t jealous because he liked you, he was simply looking out for you. Then, he noticed that Lo’ak was getting closer to you and then you saved him from drowning. Ao’nung realizes his feelings and takes some inspiration to snatch your attention away from the forest boy.

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Ao’nung has known (Y/N) for as long as he knew life. He couldn’t think of a time when you weren’t attached to his sister’s hips. And in a way it made sense, your parents were good friends with his parents. So for most of his life, you were just another annoying sister and someone he generally ignored unless he wanted to prank you with his friends.

But then at some point, he saw you in a different light. The way you smiled at him, all toothy and sweet. The way the sun would shine on your blue eyes, how your skin was the same teal color as the ocean, and the marking on your skin looked like the waves. How he would love to trace them with his fingers.

In every sense of the word, you were undoubtedly stunning. You gave him butterflies, and Ao’nung didn't get butterflies. Sure, he gave other people those feelings because look at him. But it was never the other way around.

Instead, it was. And there was proof of those feelings whenever your hand brushed against his or how your laugh made him smile. Hell, even you looking in his general direction did something to him.

“Oh Eywa, dude this is getting depressing now,” Rotxo grumbled in irritation. “This is the 3rd time this week I caught you staring at them, looking like a lost baby ilu.”

Ao’nung and Rotxo were sitting by the shore, watching you play with your ilu. You were just laughing and splashing in the water with him, no care for anything but the two of you.

He groaned at his friend but before he could say anything Rotxo stopped him. “No, no, I am being serious right now. You like them, so why not just grow a pair and tell them how you feel? Your whole personality is being confident so I don’t get it.”

Ao’nung looked at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes. While he and Rotxo were close, they weren’t the type to pour out their feelings to each other. It’s just not the type of person that he was. It wasn't an easy thing for Ao’nung to do. To expose the deepest part of himself to others.

His pride is something he greatly valued but it’s so fragile, like glass, that he will do anything to protect it. Which is why he couldn’t tell you how he felt. Ao’nung and you were at a place where you could consider yourself comfortable in the presence of the other and, telling you might end up ruining the comfort you felt around him.

“Because it’s not that serious, man.” He quietly chuckled at his friend like this was a joke. One big joke. “It’s just a little crush. Trust me it won’t get any deeper than that.” Rotxo didn’t look the least bit convinced with his answer by the way his eyes flicked up and down, judging me like I was a fool. And hey, maybe he was the fool for making things harder than they needed to be. But this is his plan so he’s sticking to it. “Hey, wanna go on an ilu race? Or is all this sentimental talk to stop me from absolutely destroying you?”

Rotxo has many great, and equally horrible, qualities. One of them was extremely 50/50, his competitiveness. Sometimes he’d get way too into it, and if that’s coming from Ao’nung, then you know it’s bad. Sometimes, not as much. However, it also means if you pushed the right buttons, he’d lose track of whatever he was originally thinking.

He glared at Ao’nung, offended that he’d even imagined the idea of beating him, much less speaking it into existence. “So, that’s how it’s gonna be?” He got up and started to call to his ilu and Ao’nung readily followed suit. It was supposed to be a ruse to get Rotxo to drop the topic, yet he’d only just scratched the surface.

“Yo, (Y/N) come and be the ref for our race!” Rotxo called out to you and gave his friend a knowing look. That conniving little shit, always having something up his eywa-damned sleeve.

But before he could give Rotxo hell for it, they appeared. The forest people, riding on their..ikans? He thinks they're called. Ao’nung wonders what they were here for. Forest people belong in the forest, not the reefs.

“Guys, father is calling a clan meeting,” Tsireya called out to us. She looked confused, and slightly anxious, mainly confused. Her lips were pursed together and her eyes were darting around. Ao’nung knew why, the last time a group of Na’vi, he assume from the forest, traveled out this far it had not been good news.

It happened 15 years ago, a year just after hr was born. The war, as the people called it. The Toruk Makto, a former Dreamwalker, rallied up the many clans who lived in the forest, along the reefs, and on the plains to fight against the other Dreamwalkers. The war was devastating even though we won. Homes were destroyed and families have ripped apart.

They all walked along the path to the clan meeting grounds. The usual chit-chattering was replaced by dead silence as each Metkayina racked their brains for why this was happening, and what it could mean for their clan.

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Ao’nung was fucking seething, frothing at the mouth even. He was so irritated, it wasn't fair at all. It wasn’t, it just wasn’t fair. For some reason, his father had asked, no, he had demanded that Ao’nung and his sister help the Omatiakan teens settle into their new home.

It turns out that the oh-great Toruk Makto and his family are being hunted, so instead of fighting like an actual Na’vi would have, he ran away like those Dreamwalkers do. Ao’nung guessed under the blue skin and towering height, he still was nothing more than a Dreamwalker, a demon.

He didn’t come asking for help to battle, but to hide and cower like a coward with his family. And on top of that, some of them had 5 fingers. And they were forest people. Their indigo skin would stand out starkly against the vast and rich cerulean sea and make it harder to hide from predators that they couldn’t outswim or fight. Speaking about outswimming, their skinny tails and arms would make it hard for them to swim against the harsh currents. They would never survive in the reefs. And if Ao’nung had thought of all this, for certain, his Father did as well.

“Okay,” Tsireya says, clapping her hands together. “First order of business is introducing each other.” She smiled warmly at the forest people, that’s his sister for you. Always kind and welcoming, even to outsiders. He definitely hoped that you would have a better head on your shoulders.

Right now everyone is sitting in a circle near the ocean. The actual first order of business was to teach the forest people how to breathe underwater. So pretty much teaching the basics that even kids as young as three could do in their sleep.

Ao’nung still couldn’t understand why his father would volunteer him to waste his precious free time teaching these forest people. His sister seemed more than happy to teach them by herself so why’d he have to tag along? His only saving grace was that you were also in attendance, Rotxo having tagged along too. Not that he’s happy because he likes you or anything. Just that having his both friends here makes it more bearable.

“Well, I’ll go first,” You started with a warm grin on your face. So you didn’t have a good head on your shoulder. He didn’t know why he expected better, you were always one to lend a helping hand.

You looked breath-taking today, your hair hanging loose and a set of matching bracelets adorned your wrist. They’d look really pretty with a necklace to finish off the look. “Hello, my name is (Y/N). It’s really nice to meet you guys, even if it’s under these circumstances.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” one of the forest people said. “My name is Lo’ak.” he gave you a ‘charming’ smile that had Ao’nung pouting like a little baby.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ao’nung saw his sister smile slightly and murmur something under her breath. Now, he wasn’t the best mouth reader but he was pretty sure that she said that boy’s name. Does she like him? Already? It’s only been a few minutes, damn. Oh, Eywa help him.

The rest of the forest freaks and Rotxo introduced themselves but he couldn’t be bothered to listen to any of them. He saw the lingering glances that Lo’ak kept giving you and how you’d laugh at all of his stupid and frankly cringe-worthy jokes. But he doesn’t care, well he does care but not that much though. But not because he likes you or anything, just looking out for you like a friend should. Yeah, just looking out for you because you deserve a good person and this Lo’ak dude is below average.

Though, Ao’nung understood exactly why Lo’ak fell for you. While teaching them how to breathe, you were always patient and calm with everyone. Especially with Lo’ak who just so happens to always need extra help. And will always need it from you. To Ao’nung’s dismay, Lo’ak’s constant longing stares, bright smile directed towards you, maybe a touch that lasted too long all continued well into the months that the Sullys had stayed here.

And then, it happened. It was during their training sessions when Lo’ak went under and hadn’t come out. Tsireya was the first to notice his absence, shouting at the others for help. Ao’nung brushed it off as him just wanting attention from you yet again. He’d been pretending that he can’t ride the ilu so he’ll need help or something along those lines if that didn't work.

However, you had dived right into the water in search of him, while his sister and Rotxo called to their ilus.

“Neteyam, you guys stay here in case he washes up along the shore!” Tsireya called out before riding out into the blue waves on her ilu in search of the ‘missing’ teen.

“Shouldn’t we call the adults?” Kiri, the freakiest of them all, asked her brother. Neteyam was by far the only tolerable one. Then she looked at me, “Aren’t you gonna do something, fish lips?” She sneered the question out.

Ao’nung only rolls his eyes at her naivety. She had grown up with the idiot and still didn’t know his tactics. “Oh give me a break. You guys have been here for weeks now, the only reason that idiot is ‘drowning’ is because he wants attention!” He snapped back at her.

Whatever the freak said next fell on deaf ears as he watched you pull the idiot out of the water. You were mesmerizing, the ocean blended in with your skin, making you seem a part of it. You looked powerful and fearless, carrying the boy on your back effortlessly. Once you got to the shore, the others quickly surrounded you guys. Ao’nung watched as you laid Lo’ak on his back, checking him over. Giving him your undivided attention. You started chest compressions on him and in a few minutes, he was coughing up water.

But let this be known, Ao’nung is not jealous because he doesn’t like you like that. He just doesn’t want you with someone who would pay a cheap trick like that on you.

Laying his head in your lap and looking down at him you spoke gently. “Are you okay, Lo’ak? Can you breathe?” You looked up, face wrecked with worry and terror as you turned to Tsireya. “Reya, please go get your mother.”

“No,” Lo’ak protested weakly. He sits up but his hand is still holding on to yours. “I’m fine. Thanks for saving me.” He’s all smiles and heart eyes. Gross.

After the situation died down he went to his family’s shared Mauri, laying on his back and staring at the huts roof. That’s when he realized it. Thinking about the feelings he had regarding you and Lo’ak. He always knew, deep down, that he liked you. More than a friend.

“I like them.” He says to himself, softly. Testing out the sentence on the tips of his lips. “I like them.” He said again, with more confidence this time. He likes the way saying it makes him feel. The beating of his heart and the heat from his cheeks. This feeling was familiar but foreign in the same way. Either way, he loved this feeling. He loved you.

The pain in his chest returned once he realized he was more than likely too late. He knew what that forest freak was going to do after this. It was clear as day, anyone could see it. And he doesn’t know who he hates more. Lo’ak or himself.

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Ao’nung had an idea. It was a stupid and hypocritical given his thoughts on what Lo’ak had done, but it was an idea nonetheless. He wanted to tell you about his feelings. He wanted to say them so much that it hurt and his throat closed up from how dry his screams of confession would become. He didn’t know if you would accept his feelings but the least he wanted to say was the he tried.

Ao’nung and you were alone for the day, with the forest freaks off exploring and only Eywa knows where his sister had run off to. He didn’t know what was up with her these days but she’d been moody and snappy.

The sun was high in the cloudless sky and the waves were calm. Usually, this scenery would soothe Ao’nung but nothing could with the pounding of his heart.

“So, wanna go for a swim today?” He asked you, he had assumed newly courted pairs would be together unless you had rejected Lo’ak or the fingered demon hadn’t said anything yet. No matter the reason, this was his chance.

“Yes, that would be great, Ao’nung.” You gave him a smile before a devilish smirk slipped onto your face. “The last one there is a rotten ilu egg!” Was the only warning he had gotten before you took off into the ocean.

Ao’nung let out a bright laugh and ran to join you in the ocean, determined to not lose. He dove into the water, the coolness of it was a relief from the scorching sun that was burning him a few minutes ago. One of the best things about living among the reefs was how calm the water was. The oceanic life around him was just beautiful, he saw it every day yet it always managed to take his breath away. The plants were colorful and the animals swam around you both, not paying attention to either of you as both you and Ao’nung admired them.

The swim was one of the best he had in a while, and it was most definitely not because you were there. Okay, maybe it was because you were here.

He wanted to do it, to have your attention. No more forest boy trying to steal you away. And that's when he realized how. He'd go under, you'd save him, and then he’ll confess his feelings. It would be perfect.

So with a deep breath and his mind set on putting his plan into motion, he let go of his breath and let the water push their way into his lungs. The waters presence in his lungs was immediate and uncomfortable. Oh, Eywa, it was terrifying. His instincts were telling him to swim up or breathe correctly or do something. Ao’nung would like to say that he refused because he wanted the plan to work. But truthfully it was because he was in shock and he begged you'd notice.

And when you did, the panic in your eyes crushed him. Regret filled him immediately. You swarmed quickly towards him and, once securing your hold on him, swam upwards. You struggled slightly with the weight of you both dragging you down, not to mention how scared you were. Your tears mixed with the seas, a sight that broke him even more.

Death by drowning did not happen frequently because of how strict the Metkayina were with learning to hold your breath. But when it did, it was a tragedy, mostly because the victims did it on purpose. Ao’nung watched you as you dragged his body to the golden sandy shores and quickly began chest compressions on him. He watched as you pressed into his chest, counting to yourself. He was starting to hear a ringing noise and his vision started to blacken. The last thing he saw, the last thing he remembered was how wide your eyes were. How the eyes he had grown to love so much had tears pouring out of them as you screamed, but Ao’nung didn’t hear it.

When he had finally woken up in his family’s Marui, Ao’nung slowly blinked and tried to remember how he had gotten there.

Oh.

Oh no.

He had to find you! He had to explain, he had to apologize. Shame and panic filled him and his heart grew heavy as he remembered the fear in your eyes and the tears that were already spilling. He had just wanted your attention, and was too much of a coward to be upfront with it.

“You need to rest, my son,” his mother’s voice spoke to him as she entered the Marui. It was soothing and almost lured him back. Almost. He got up and tried to push past his mother, but she stopped him in his tracks.

“No. Mom, I have to..” He struggled against her and attempted to break free of her hold. But she was stronger than him and managed to get him back into his cot. “What you have to do is get better,” she corrected me with a hard look. But her eyes softened, “You have a visitor though.”

She gave Ao’nung a smile, before walking back out again to grab his visitor. Not even a minute later you come rushing in. Tears still stained your cheeks and your eyes were still red from how much had been crying. “Oh, Great Mother! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” You repeated like a mantra and hugged him. The hug was fierce but not too strong. Even when you are hurting, you still are considerate.

“I’ll give you two a minute,” His mother said, standing by the entrance. Nothing gave away her true feelings but, with a knowing look directed to Ao’nung, she left the Mauri.

Once you’d calmed down, you smiled sheepishly at Ao’nung and cleared your throat, “Um, sorry for how I acted earlier. It…it was just so scary seeing you passed out like that. You looked so terrified and then you were out for days. But anyways, how are you feeling?”

Guilty, like an idiot, like…like how I described the Toruk Mako at the beginning. A coward. “I- I am fine.” He finally smiled back at you. He had to tell you. No no, he should tell you. He had no right to your attention. Not after what he had put you through. “Listen, I have to tell you something.”

“Wait! Wait, before that,” You smiled at him. The same bright smile that he loved to see so much. “I have something for you.” You pulled out a bracelet, it looked similar to the ones you always wore. Hell, you are even wearing them right now. You slipped it on his wrist and it was gorgeous. Made from different types of seashells that could be found littered around the shores.

“It’s an apology bracelet, and a little something more.” You said, not looking at him and with a small blush creeping its way onto your face. “Ao’nung, I am so so sorry. I wasn’t strong enough and I should’ve called for help but I didn’t. If I did, then maybe you would have woken up sooner.”

“Hey, hey. None of that.” He corrected you. “What happened to ‘it is your fault and your fault alone Ao’nung!’? Okay, do not blame yourself.” Guilty was absolutely wrecking him, how long had you been thinking this? He should tell you. Tell you now. But... ”Something more?” He questioned you. Yes, he was being racked with guilt and this ‘apology bracelet’ did nothing to help the feeling. But Ao’nung couldn't just ignore the ‘something more’. He couldn't ignore the beating of his heart. He had ignored his feelings enough.

You took a deep breath before confessing. You tell Ao’nung these feelings were always there and that you were worried that you’d always be the ‘childhood friend’. But having him almost die right in front of you, watching his eyes close with the possibility of them never opening again stirred you into action.

Ao’nung was delighted to hear this from you. He’d never allow himself the dream that you’d actually reciprocate the feelings he kept hidden. It would hurt too much if he got his hopes up for nothing. But, like all good things, he knew this moment would not last. So he savored it, the emotions he felt, the way you looked at him, committing everything to memory.

Then he confessed.

For the kind and gentle soul you were, seeing you angry was like seeing a completely different person. Rage consumed you, and you lashed out at everyone. One of the elders described it as being stuck in the storm’s path with no clear way out. Another said it’s because you don’t get angry often so it just builds and then erupts like a fiery volcano. Doing more harm to yourself over anyone else.

You pulled your hands out of his quickly as if they were a piece of fresh coal, burning away at your skin. The look you gave made his body ache with sorrow, nothing but anger and disappointment could be seen in your eyes.

“So, let me get this right, you were jealous of my ‘closeness’ with Lo’ak, and gave me a heart attack…gave everyone a heart attack-!” You shout at him in rage. And then proceed to throw up more screams of bitterness and anger. Not just at him, but everything. Ao’nung clutched the bracelet you had given him, to hold on to a sweet memory. It was no use trying to talk to you. Too blinded by your emotions to listen. No less believe the boy.

“I…I can’t believe you’d do something so reckless, so selfish, so stupid! Everyone was worried for you. You could’ve died, Ao’nung!” You roared with your fists clenched at your sides. That’s when Ao’nung saw the tears that were rolling down your face. Not bothering to brush them away.

That was when Tsireya came running in, probably hearing your shouts and sobs. She looks between you two in puzzlement before looking at him in vexation. “What’s going on here?” She demanded of Ao’nung with a facial expression that looked eerily similar to their Mothers.

She turns to look at you but you simply shake your head at her with a weary smile before leaving. She turns to look at her brother with her signature ‘you are fucked’ stare. “What did you do?” She demanded again but spoke a lot more harshly.

Ao’nung could only sigh and tell her the whole story. She gave him a disappointed look, her eyes blown wide and mouth agape. Normally he’d give her shit for looking at him like that, but he deserved every last bit of disappointment that was about to be thrown his way. And, every bit of the verbal lashing his mother will soon give him when word gets out.

After a moment of silence, she talks. “You need to apologize to Ao’nung. I know that is a given but seriously. They were a mess and inconsolable for days after you passed out, and would hardly leave your side.” She looks away from him for a minute but then talks. “Lo’ak, did like them and the stunts he played were for their attention, but they always liked you.” With that, she leaves him to think about the revelation. He couldn’t mistake the voice crack she had halfway through though.

For days, Ao’nung sat there, thinking of what he should say and how he should say it. He’d twist the shells on the bracelet you gave him before everything went to shit.

“What troubles you, my son?” His father asked him one day while Ao’nung lay in his bed, his depressive state yet to pass. He just wanted to curl up and hide away, even if he did have a game plan to apologize, he couldn’t either way. “Well.” Tonowarai walks over to his cot and sits on the edge, a patient smile on his face.

Ao’nung let out a low exhale and proceeded to tell him everything that happened. He was honestly surprised that Tsireya hadn’t ratted him out yet but she hadn't been there for a few days.

His father narrowed his eyes at him. “So you endangered yourself…because you were jealous?” He asked the question slowly and stared at him puzzled. “First, you are definitely grounded for that stupid stunt because I and your mother did not raise a skxawng. That behavior is not of someone who will one day lead the clan.” But his father’s eyes grew softer as did his tone. “Secondly, be honest with them. It’s been a few days so maybe they might’ve calmed down but know this. They are not obligated to accept your apology or to be as close as you once were.”

Every time Ao’nung would come to you, he was ignored. He would try to say hello just for you to mumble an excuse and scurry away or if it even looked like he’s walking in your general direction you would take off. He doesn’t take this to heart, remembering his father’s wise words. It was rather annoying but he knew he deserved it. For the next three days Ao’nung has been collecting seashells from the sand and asked Rotxo to collect shells from the ocean. Not that Ao’nung was scared or anything because that would be embarrassing. It’s just…easier to have Rotxo do it while Tsireya teaches him how to weave a necklace for you, that he was planning to be similar to the matching bracelets you had.

So, maybe he was a bit scared of the water, liking going too deep with no one around. But, slowly, with the help of his mother, he was getting more comfortable.

Today was the day. It was nearing eclipse when Ao’nung found you with his gift in hand and he slowly approached you. He didn’t get that close when you held a hand up, stopping him. In a monotone and cold voice, you spat at him “What?”

“I am so sorry-” He started to say.

“No!” You butt in. “I do not want to hear this from you, I can’t hear this from you Ao’nung. I can’t.” Despite your attempts at keeping your voice leveled, it still broke. To hear this emotion in their voice just shattered his heart. To think that your hurt was because of him.

Ao’nung held on to your shoulders as you tried their best to get out of his grip and just away from him in general. He forced your eyes to meet, and for the first time in weeks, he saw those gentle blue hues he missed so much. Saw the bright white freckles dotting your teal skin, and saw the wave-like marks on your body. He saw the anger and pain he had caused you, the tears that never ended, the glare you sent at him. He saw them all.

He caressed your face like it was the most precious pearl in the ocean and spoke, “I am truly sorry for the pain and despair I caused you. The reasoning will not make it any better but please let me explain. You can go our entire lives hating and wanting nothing to do with me, but please let me explain.”

You slowly nod your head and put some distance between the two, now his grip had loosened. “Go on Ao’nung.”

Ao’nung began, “I’ve always…liked you, but I thought that you would never like me the same and so as to not ruin our friendship I said nothing and pretended that I didn’t like you. But then those fore-.” He paused, “The Omatiycans came. Lo’ak came, and he got too comfortable with you. It made me jealous to see the closeness and the attention you gave him. So instead of being honest with you, I decided to pretend to drown. But I did not do this as a sick joke, I did it because I care for you a lot and I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Ao’nung sucked in a breath, before he whispered to you, “ I…I did it because I see you.”

Silence engulfed you two as Pandora became alive in the night. The bright plants bloomed around the two of you, definitely setting a more romantic vibe. Ao’nung watched as you took a deep breath and considered some things. He did not know what was going on in your head but he surely hoped that you took his words into consideration before taking action. He even pleaded with Eywa.

“You said that you..see me?” You question him, your eyes widen as his words finally click.

He blinked, nervously looking to the side as his teal skin showed some resemblance of a blush. “Yes..I meant every word that I said. What I did was childish, and for that I am sorry.”

“It’s okay, Ao’nung I forgive you. But you will be making it up to me.” You said with a serious tone.

Ao’nung lets out a small chuckle, just happy that he was forgiven. He leaned in, his breath fanning your cheek, before giving it an almost experimental kiss. “Well,” He brings out the matching necklace he spent days crafting, a cheeky grin growing on his face as he pulled back. “This is for you.”

You gasp at the sight of it and take it gingerly into your hands. Your eyes wide with and your hold gentle, almost as if it could break at any given moment.. Ao’nung watches as you inspect the necklace, your love for crafting making this stare a lot more nerve wracking for him. Truth be told, he was nervous as hell, but if it wasn’t up to your standards then he’d remake it until you're satisfied.

“Wait, Ao’nung..this matches the bracelets I made.” You marveled at him with shining eyes and a bright smile on your face. It was just nice to see you smile at him like you used to.

“Yes, which means that we have a matching set.” He shows his wrist, shaking it and looking at the bracelet you had made him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, staying still and relishing the moment as he wraps his arms around your waist. After a few seconds of silence you whisper into his ear,

“I see you too Ao’nung.”

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Tag list & Dedication

I would love to give a special thanks and dedication to @enslique for being my lovely editor and making the fic 10x better, and to @crabcollectorskykid for allowing me to use their idea from a shitpost they made.

#avatar: the way of water #avatar (2022)#ao'nung x reader #lo'ak x reader #fanfic #y/n #gender neutral reader #x reader #angst #fluff #love confessions #denial of feelings #jealousy #aonung fluff #atwow fanfiction #aonung avatar #aonung angst

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darklinaforever · 2 months

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Honestly, no offense to Jing & Xiao Yao fans, but it's so obvious that if Xiao Yao could freely choose, she would go with Xiang Liu without hesitation...

For me, Xiang Liu is the impulse of the heart and Jing of the head, because unlike the other men in her life, with Jing, there is really the possibility of offering Xiao Yao the life she desires and this is partly why she developed feelings for him, while her feelings for Xiang Liu do not stem from any form of logic or pre-established desire.

It's a relationship that has always been doomed in advance, Xiao Yao knows it yet she always hopes that Xiang Liu gives up everything but she knows he won't, and it's just horrible to see.

The number of poles that Xiao Yao handed to Xiang Liu... At this point it's downright signs with the words : "Love me ! Choose me !" marked on it... with Xiang Liu covering his eyes and ears trying to convince himself that he's not the one she loves.

Frankly, when Xiao Yao knew that Jing was at death's door and could therefore die at any moment, the first thing she thought and wanted when waking up from her long sleep / coma was not Jing, but Xiang Liu. She was hoping to see him, to go to his lair, and when she realized that wouldn't be the case, she looked sad, borderline dejected and didn't react when Xiang Liu's bird tried to to get his attention to leave, instead she lingered, lay down and cried in the place she lay for so long with Xiang Liu at her side under the background of romantic music before finally deciding to 'go away... (and contrary to what some antis say, it has absolutely nothing to do with the disappointment of not being able to thank him, or a sad platonic reaction, worse simple pity, because... who reacts like that to be disappointed at not saying thank you or pity ?! And at what point can the scene played out against the background of romantic music be platonic, or simply synonymous with disappointment at not being able to thank Xiang Liu or pity for him ?!)

And let's not even talk about those I've already seen say that Xiao Yao called Xiang Liu just to be able to leave and therefore have a means of transportation.

But lol.

When the bird disembarks, she has his transportation, yet she still wants to see Xiang Liu and is dejected when she realizes he doesn't want to see her. Proof that if she called Xiang Liu it was just because she wanted to see him. And once again, if that was it, Xiao Yao wouldn't have ended up crying once she realized she wouldn't see Xiang Liu while lying down where she was placed all her years with him having her kept company all this time under the background of romantic music...

There are also those who say no but surely she wanted to see him to find out where Jing was...

At this stage it's denial.

The scene does not directly or remotely concern Jing otherwise he would have been named or something would have been insinuated about him. The scene only involves Xiang Liu and Xiao Yao. Besides, Xiao Yao already thinks she knows where Jing is based on the scene where she finally returns home, why on earth would she have wanted to see Xiang Liu to ask him where Jing was ?

And once again the whole scene only proves one thing, Xiao Yao wanted to see Xiang Liu first and was deeply saddened by not being able to see him to the point of lingering and crying.

This scene for me completely determines who she loves the most.

And frankly I feel sorry for Jing.

The guy was literally dying of love for her, and he was clearly not her priority.

Sure, she didn't know why he was in that state, but if she loves him really as much as some fans claim, sorry, but she wouldn't have needed that to care about him first, and then cry for him once that she was at his bedside.

When you know that the man you love is at death's door, you normally don't worry about anything else. Even if you love two men at the same time, if one of them is in mortal danger, you tend to go to that one first, because you know... you risk never seeing him again ?

So it's still crazy that Xiao Yao's priority clearly remained Xiang Liu at that moment.

I'm not saying that she isn't in love with Jing too, she is, but it's clearly Xiang Liu that she loves the most, and the fact that she keeps implying that she would choose him if he gave up all doesn't help matters.

In any case, the author is renowned for writing tragic romances. It's a bit of his background, so from there, it's clear to me that the couple who form the main romance is not Xiao Yao & Jing, but Xiao Yao & Xiang Liu.

You have to be realistic after a while.

#lost you forever 2 #lost you forever #xiang liu #xiao yao #xiang liu x xiao yao #xiao yao x xiang liu #xiang liu and xiao yao #xiao yao and xiang liu #cdrama #chinese drama #yaoliu

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vitanithepure · 1 year

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Gale and Mystra

Ok, first thing I wanna talk about, what absolutely lives rent-free in my mind since I finished my first run is how much I love the companion's personal stories. I will for sure make an Origin run with most of them. I want to know every last detail about those pixel people.

With no surprise on nobody's part - I want to talk about Gale first. I believe I once said my OC Vitani and I share exactly one brain cell and it is consumed with thoughts about that wizard.

He did get a bit of a lift up when it comes to the story we knew from EA and it turned out absolutely fabulous. I won't be focusing on our relationship with the man as much as his with Mystra, the goddess of magic. This would be far too long otherwise, there is just too much to say.

Regardless, this will also be a long one, and full of spoilers for his story, so be warned. Placing it all under the cut.

First, some facts. It turns out, from my understanding, that Gale was not after Mystra's godhood, quite contrary to his bio on the website (which I find…weird) but rather tried to ascend by himself. He was impatient; he wanted more, and he wanted it now - and Mystra was not willing to grant his wishes. It goes without saying he was in the wrong, no explanation needed.

So, to convince Mystra to share even more with him, he decided to "screw flowers" and tried to get her what turned out to be that cursed Netherese orb. At least, that is what he thought. We know that this went horribly wrong and Gale was not only stuck with magic he can barely control, but severed from means to stop it - as Mystra, understandably, abandoned him.

Which is also to say how little she actually cares about other mortals, leaving a ticking bomb to run free in the Realms. We could assume that, in her "infinite wisdom" she trusted Gale to do the right thing and just go on and die somewhere remote, like he planned to if he ever started to lose control of the orb. Not really sure what lesson is there to give through such a punishment, that is for Mystra to answer, I don't get it :)

This is when we meet Gale, humbled, but not giving up. I don't want to repeat myself too much as I did a breakdown of his EA content a while back [link here] and not much changed in that regard, his slight rewrite didn't change my opinion on how and why he does and says to us.

So, moving on:

The juicy part truly begins when Elminster shows up and drops the bomb (heh…) about what Mystra expects of Gale… I instantly went with "ok, yeah, here it is, my heartbreak I've been waiting for". And from that point, he seems so…resigned. I can't imagine what a person in his position goes through? Not sure I want to. Can you imagine that? Someone you genuinely looked up to, perhaps even loved, in the past, someone holding infinite power over magic in this world, hell, someone holding power over you asks you to forfeit your life to deserve forgiveness? Damn, D&D gods are stone cold.

Like, I get it, and I try not to excuse Gale. He did a terrible thing, a horrible breach of trust and who knows what kind of person it would make him if he succeeded. As it is, though, it shows such an awful imbalance in power. Mystra was never in any real danger, she proves this by being able to control the orb, decides that this - already humbled and regretful - man has to die to make it okay with her?

Even though she clearly sees he learned his lesson? And she could remove the orb at literally any time? Because that is what she presents him with if he refuses to just lie down and die for her. She will remove the orb if he brings her Karsus's Crown, along with the netherstones - the thing the Elder Brain possesses.

I don't know what happens if we go along Gale's plan to control the crown himself, possibly nothing good (I am about to find out, I so desperately want to see his whole arc, from every perspective), so here I want to finish off with how it ended for me on my first run - with a complete redemption, both in his and Mystra's eyes.

Gale recognized his folly and, in hindsight, agreed he had everything a mortal man could ever possess and lost it to his arrogance and ambition. But also him realizing "no love was lost between them" makes me simply happy, he is healed at this point.

From what I gathered, he finishes his story by becoming the Chosen of Mystra once again. Still curious, because how could he not be with his love for magic, but knowing his limits. No longer known as Gale of Waterdeep, but Gale Dekarios, your neighborhood nerdy wizard with a good tale to spin over some wine in the Yawning Portal.

And seriously, fuck the D&D gods with their mortal flaws.

#gale of waterdeep #mystra #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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devilishvix · 9 months

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Its funny to me how S2 of this show is trying so hard to make Stolas look like a good guy who never did any wrong, but when you stop to think about the new information we learned in S2 Stolas is so much worse than what we had originally thought.

TW for abuse.

So I wanna start with the obvious fact that Stolas was the one who ruined his family and neglected his daughter so he could get dicked by some imp. At no point does he attempt to fix the damage he's caused, he just sits there and lets his family fall apart. In Harvest Moon when we see that they're still living together and trying to be a normal family eating dinner together it doesn't seem too odd- the situation hasn't escalated to the point where they're getting a divorce. It isn't until Ozzie's that we see the situation has gotten progressively worse and Stella has officially moved out and taken Octavia for the weekend. There isn't anyone you could blame but Stolas for what happened. He was the one who had the affair. He was the one who prioritized imp dick over his daughter. He was the one who didn't do jack shit to try to save his family from falling apart. Now, to be fair though, Stella didn't help either. Her screaming, yelling, and throwing shit around isn't helping any. Her calling a hit out on her husband certaintly isn't helping either. But Stolas was the primary cause of it all. He is a horrible person for what he did and S1 wasn't afraid to admit this.

But then S2 came out and it got even worse.

In S2 Ep1 we learn that the day after he slept with Blitz Stolas told Stella he was done with her shit and was divorcing her. We also learn that Stella is an abusive bitch and has been tormenting Stolas for 17 years. But wait...if Stolas already called for a divorce and Stella has been abusing him for years...why are they still living together in Harvest Moon? Why hasn't he kicked that bitch out of his house already at that point? He has absolutely no reason to let her live there and continue treating him like shit. And this goes on FOR MONTHS. Maybe even a year or more. But at the end of the episode is when he insists on the divorce? Back before we knew of the divorce and the abuse we could come to reasonable conclusions as to why they were still together in ep5. Maybe it was for Octavia's sake? Maybe because there was still some semblance of a family during that time? We didn't have any reason to assume that the situation had escalated to a divorce. But now there is no reason he couldn't have kicked her out of his house. She has been abusing him for YEARS and never gave a single fuck about their daughter. So why is he just letting her live in his house like it's nothing? As if she hasn't completely ruined his life?

He's just sitting there, eating dinner and reading his porn book about imps across from the woman who's been abusing him for twenty fucking years, and doesn't say a single word. He does not attempt whatsoever to kick her out and just continues to take her shit.

What. The. Fuck.

Also, he has magical powers and a book of spells that he could've used to his advantage to force her out if it came to it. So not only is he letting his abusive soon-to-be ex-wife live in his house like it's nothing, but he is letting his teenage daughter stay in a toxic and possibly dangerous environment while he neglects her to get dicked by an imp. That is by far the worst part of this whole situation. The fact that he would allow a woman like that anywhere near his child and do nothing to stop it is DISGUSTING.

And then he tries to claim that he was just trying to give her a normal life and that he loves and cares about her more than anything.

Bull. Fucking. Shit.

If he truly did love and care about her he NEVER would have let Stella ANYWHERE near his daughter, especially after he said he was divorcing her. It's clear as fucking day that Stolas doesn't give a single shit about her and seems to only care about his "impish playing" that he coerced into sex over his own fucking daughter.

OH BUT WAIT, IT GETS EVEN WORSE! REMEMBER EARLIER WHEN I MENTIONED THAT STELLA HAD MOVED OUT AND TAKEN OCTAVIA FOR THE WEEKEND? WHY THE FUCK WOULD STOLAS LET THAT ABUSIVE BITCH TAKE HIS DAUGHTER FOR THE WEEKEND? NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT FUCKING MIND WOULD LET THEIR ABUSIVE EX-WIFE TAKE THEIR TEENAGE CHILD FOR THE WEEKEND AND THEN THINK NOTHING OF IT. HE COULD POTENTIALLY BE PUTTING HER IN DANGER BY LETTING OCTAVIA STAY WITH STELLA.

WHAT. A. FUCKING. JOKE.

STOLAS IS THE WORST FUCKING PARENT I THINK I'VE EVER SEEN.

And the fact that people still defend him will piss me off till the day I fucking die.

Fuck Stolas.

#helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical

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suckerforcate · 2 years

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Request for a student!Larissa weems x student!reader song fic to sex sells by Lovejoy.

Maybe Larissa and r kiss/hookup drunkenly when they are alone at a party and larissa is gone in morning. The next time r sees them they have a tory bf and r is hurt because larissa told her bf r forced themself on her and that got spread round the school to the point where r had to leave?

Years later they are adults they meet at a party and Larissa apologizes for her internalised homophobia and explains they had a very unaccepting family and only dated that dick to please them. They end up hooking up and in the morning she is gone again and r is a scared she left again but Larissa comes back in with coffee and holds them while they tell her never to leave them again?

She's not there

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1265

Warning: internalised homophobia, insulting

A/n: I hope you like what I did with your idea!!!<3

You had probably liked Larissa since you had first seen her. How could you not? She was intelligent, funny, beautiful and so incredibly kind to anyone. All this time you had been fine with admiring her from a far, seeing her happy was all you cared about. Never would you have thought that she would hook up with you, but most of all, you would have never thought that she'd hurt you in the way she did. She was so kind after all, was she not?

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It was a typical high school party, just with outcasts. But that made it even more fun, especially when the psychics used their powers to entertain the rest.

You stood at the side, laughing at the startled face of your friend, who was the victim of a psychic's joke right now. You had all drunken a little too much, the whole school would be hungover tomorrow, you just knew the teachers would be mad. But did that stop any of you? Surely not.

Suddenly you felt someone lean against the wall beside you, without looking you knew it was Larissa. You smelled the familiar mix of lemon and bergamot.

"Already bored?" You laughed at her, looking straight ahead, not wanting to look at her. You weren't sure what your drunken self would do.

"No, just wanted to spend some time with you." Your breathing hitched, surprised by her confession. Gently she turned you to look at her and as you had predicted, your drunken self wasn't able to hold back. You looked into her eyes and in mere second your lips were on hers. For a second she stiffened but fast she kissed back, dragging you out of the room into the corridor.

Still kissing, the two of you stumbled towards your room. Fiddling with the key you missed opening the door multiple times. Larissa chuckled behind you, grabbing your hand and guiding it, finally the door opened, and you fell onto the bed. It was the typical drunken sex, chaotic, messy, fiddling and a lot of giggling.

You fell asleep together, and woke up alone. Your heart broke a little, but at first you thought she just got overwhelmed, or she needed some air. But she didn't come back, and she also didn't talk to you anymore.

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Swore she'd never kiss a tory

But this boy was too good to lose

It was a sunny day, and you thought maybe going to Jericho would take your mind off of Larissa. Wrong decision. You sat in a little book café, reading as Larissa walked past the café with a boy around her waist. You knew him, he was an asshole. Homophobic and racist. Why on earth would Larissa date him?

You felt your heart clench at the look, day ruined. Fast you finished the coffee and left.

It was horrible, but what made it even worse was that everyone talked about it. Wherever you went, people called after you or insulted you.

"Hey, you freak. Why did you do that?" You turned, confused. You hadn't even been able to go to your room without people stopping you.

"What?" The girl looked at you disgustedly.

"Force yourself onto Larissa. That's disgusting, honestly." She spit on to the floor, nearly hitting your shoe. You had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but you had an idea who spread the rumour. It hurt you, more than a rejection could have ever.

And it made your life living hell, everyday people insulted you, spit on you or just looked at you disgustedly. You were thankful that you didn't have a roommate, you cried nearly every evening.

Know she's not there, I know she's going to his flat

You just couldn’t stop thinking about Larissa with her boyfriend. The way his hand had lingered on her waist, holding her close. Like she was his property.

The talking and glancing became so bad, that you eventually decided to leave the school. You knew there wasn't another school for outcasts in America. So you moved to England. And even though it was hard, going to a new country alone, leaving your life behind, it was the right decision. It helped you heal and find peace again.

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It had been years since you moved to England, you liked it and never left. So going to the class reunion was a little more effort for you than it was for most others, but you still did it. You couldn't deny that you missed Nevermore and wanted to see how it was doing.

Truthfully, you hadn't thought about the fact that Larissa would be there. So it did hit you as you saw her standing across the room, laughing with someone you didn't know.

How's it feel to be so loved, yet so alone?

Suddenly, for a second, you were reminded of how you had felt before you left. It was a short moment, but it stung.

You felt yourself panic a little as she approached you.

"(Y/n)? I didn't think you'd come." You tried to smile, but it probably looked a little forced.

"Well, I wanted to see the school again. I missed it and my departure wasn't exactly pleasant." Larissa's face dropped and guilt washed over it.

"I- I want to apologise, (Y/n). I shouldn't have done what I did, it was hurtful, I know. But my family was so unsupportive and always told me I shouldn't dare come home with a girl. So I grew up with homophobia and internalised that, being attracted to a girl scared be. And that idiot, Steven. I just dated him to please my parents. I never wanted him to tell it around school. I can understand if you can't forgive me." But honestly, how could you still be mad? She was charming and beautiful as ever, you had accepted what had happened. And above all, you knew how hard internalised homophobia and non-acceptive parents were.

"It's okay, Larissa. I understand how hard it must have been for you. It just really broke my heart, because I really liked you." Looking up at her, you knew you still did. You had probably never stopped liking her.

"Can I kiss you?" You looked up at her, waiting for her answer. She blushed immediately and slightly nodded. You never knew Larissa Weems could get flustered. A second later your lips crashed onto hers.

It did feel a lot like the last time, stumbling through the hall, fiddling with the keys, giggling a lot. And as you woke up and looked to the right, you thought deja vú.

Larissa had left, again. You felt your eyes get glossy, desperately trying to hold the tears back as you heard the door open. Hastily you tried to cover your still naked body with the sheets and looked up, just to see Larissa with a bag of croissants and coffee in hand. She immediately noticed the tears in your eyes.

"Oh love, what's wrong?" Sitting down on the edge of the bed she gently took you into her arms.

"I thought you left me again." You leaned into the warmth of her body, happy that she came back.

"I'll never leave you again. I just bought croissants and coffee." Softly she kissed the top of your head and chuckled as she saw that the sheets had uncovered your chest. Hastily you pulled it up again.

"Darling, I don't think that's necessary. My mouth was all over it just a few hours ago." She winked at you and your cheeks became bright red.

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